#changbin x idol!reader

[k-zuzulibrary]

Hiiii can you do idol changbin x idol reader and the reader is uncomfortable that male idols are hitting on you while seated

장빈 s.CB

seo changbin 𖹭 gn!idol!reader

sos.

synopsis: changbin defends and comforts you when he noticed that you are uncomfortable at an award show bc stranger idols are flirting with you.

content: fluff, comfort, reader is uncomfy bc of men, not proofread, lowercase intended.

zuzu's note: hello, anon! thank you so much for being my first request !!! and it is also my bias fufufufu i am so happy that i decided to write it immediately. i wasn't entirely sure what you were looking for specifically, so i wrote for a gn!reader at an award show, and i hope you like my interpretation!<33

you and changbin have been in a content and joyous relationship for several months, with both your companies approving of your romance. despite this approval, your overzealous managers keep a constant watch over your interactions, leaving little room for privacy. this evening, you're both at an awards ceremony, but your seating has been arranged such that your groups are seated at tables apart from one another.

you and changbin would occasionally steal glances from across the room, exchanging subtle smiles and a few texts. as the hours pass, you and your respective group members become absorbed in your duties and you forget about changbin as he did you. (at least, for the evening). suddenly, however, an unexpected whisper breaks your focus when a male idol with tanned skin and soft black hair from the table next to yours leans over and murmurs in your ear.

"the show is pretty dull, isn't it?" he inquired, noticing you fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, clearly uninterested in the performers on stage. surprised, you turned to look at him, puzzled by his remark.

"hm? oh, yeah. i completely agree..." you responded without much enthusiasm, your energy levels currently low with how long the event is lasting. however, you didn't want to appear impolite, especially with the ever-present cameras lurking nearby, ready to capture every interaction. despite not being familiar with this man or his group, you couldn't help but consider the potential consequences if his fans caught wind of any perceived disrespect from you.

the boy's determination to engage in small talk continued despite your increasing irritation. with an air of arrogance, he mentioned, "my name is qz. my group wasn't even planning on attending tonight." a sense of superiority seemed to linger in his voice, as if his relatively lesser-known group had more important matters to attend to.

a stifled laugh escaped your lips as you averted your gaze to your group members, seeking a distraction from the awkward exchange. despite your attempts to downplay the tension, qz remained unfazed like the man he was.

"may i ask for your name? or can i just call you sexy~?" it takes every fiber in your body not to physically cringe at his poor attempt to flirt and you so generously offer him a pity giggle, but before you could reject him kindly, before you could even formulate a response to him, another guy abruptly joined the conversation. this young man, sporting pale skin, towering height, and golden hair, scooted his chair closer to both you and qz, interjecting himself into the conversation.

"what are you chatting about~?" the second guy inquired, eagerly joining the conversation. you strained not to let out a frustrated sigh, finding this interaction to be more agonizing than enduring the tedious award ceremony itself. "hi, y/n~! you're so talented!" the blond-haired man continued, lavishing you with compliments that didn't align with your current mood.

you muster a polite smile and nod, expressing your gratitude. however, as you look over at your group members, desperately hoping for a rescue from this awkward interaction, they remain oblivious, engrossed in the performance and the male idol on stage taking his shirt off, eliciting screams from the audience. frustrated, you glance back at changbin from afar, only to see that his attention is elsewhere as well. left with no choice, you let out a defeated sigh and resign yourself to endure the situation, hoping that it would end soon.

"ah, so it's y/n? i see... what a beautiful name." qz mumbles.

the blond member exclaims, hitting qz's shoulder lightly. "seriously, you don't know y/n?! i've told you about them several times!" qz raises his hands, surrendering playfully. he then turned to look at you, assuming a mock guilty expression as you sipped your water, pretending to be uninterested.

"so, y/n, are you dating anyone?" he asks abruptly, you look at him, almost spitting your drink.

"excuse me?!" you exclaimed, a mix of shock and offense in your voice. however, you tried to remain professional, placing your glass down gently. "no! no one..." you attempted to deny it, but the defensiveness in your tone betrayed your words. instead of buying your denial, the two boys chuckled and high-fived each other, causing you to look at them with raised eyebrows.

"so, who's the lucky person?" the blond-haired man inquired, a smirk playing on his lips. frustration welled up inside you, but you forced a laugh and shook your head, refusing to engage further.

"i told you, there's no one!" you reiterated with a strained smile on your face, trying to politely end the unwanted conversation. however, the blond and qz remained undeterred, persistently refusing to take the hint and continue to intrude into your personal life.

"come on, y/n, don't be like that..." qz places his hand on your shoulder, and that was the last straw for you. frustrated and ready to speak your mind, you firmly pull away from his touch. just as you are about to give him a piece of your mind, a hand suddenly obscures your view of him. changbin, your one and only, appeared before you, his hand aggressively ruffling qz's messy black hair. relieved, you look up as changbin stepped in, diffusing the tension and giving you a sense of comfort.

changbin forced a cheerful tone as he addressed qz, masking the anger beneath. "hey man, it's been ages! can we chat outside for a sec?" he then turned to the blond, addressing him as well. "i'd also love to catch up with you, dani. mind if we step outside for a moment?"

"hm? okay." qz takes a brief glance at you before shifting his focus back to changbin, who then wraps his arms around the two boys and he lifts them up from their chairs, squeezing them with a bit too much strength for comfort. the three men proceed towards the door, leaving you behind at the table, attempting to regain some semblance of normalcy from the uncomfortable, and quite frankly, scary situation that happened just now.

as time passes, you can't help but feel a little anxious at the fact that changbin hasn't come back yet, and so you decide to check on the boys outside. you excuse yourself from your fellow members and as you peak your head through the door, you see the three of them and they are distracted in conversation. you decide to stay hidden and eavesdrop on them.

changbin scolds the two boys sternly, his voice firm and calm. "you guys really need to learn some manners. the way you behaved back there was downright unprofessional... when you're unfiltered, that's when you slip up. had i been unfiltered, i would've knocked some sense into you by now." he pauses for a deep breath before continuing, a scolding finger pointed at them. "y/n is a very special friend to me, and it bugged me seeing the way you treated them. imagine how they felt when you kept pushing despite their clear signals!"

"yes, changbin-hyung... we're sorry..." they would repeat with every scolding word that came out of his mouth.

changbin had an air of wisdom and charisma about him that captured people's attention and made them want to listen to what he had to say. whether he was scolding someone, offering advice, sharing his thoughts, or simply carrying himself, he always possessed a natural ability to command respect and authority in any given situation. people were naturally drawn to his presence, often viewing him as a reliable source of knowledge and insight.

your chest fills with warmth and you can't resist the smile that creeps on your lips at the words that come out of his mouth. you are also glad that he didn't reveal your relationship while he was at it. (although partially, you hoped he did so he could give those boys a little more shame! he was letting them off too easy.) you just let out a sigh of relief at how fast easy the situation de-escalated when changbin handles it.

as soom as the two boys are dismissed, they rush past the door and don't even notice you — you enter the empty corridor and see changbin leaning against the wall. once he catches a glimpse of you, he gives you his full attention and approaches you, his hands carefully treading at your elbows. "hey! are you alright? what happened?" you just smiled and leaned up to kiss him.

"thank you for being so hot." you say, arms around his neck and he just looks away blushing — he purses his lips, trying to contain his flattered smile but it doesn't do anything.

"what's with you~" he whines as he holds your waist and kisses your cheek. "we should go back out before anyone notices any monkey business." he says and you nod curtly. "wait, are you sure you're alright?" he asks once more.

"yes, i was a bit uncomfortable but it's fine now." he nods and gives you a reassuring smile, rubbing your back. "thank you so much, again... i missed you all night, you know?" you whisper.

"i missed you, too, baby..." he says softly and captures your lips in a tender kiss. "let's go back now? i'll be sure to treat you to something nice when we finally get out of here."

"deal."

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Stray Kids Boypussy

Sub!bp!skz x Dom!Gn!reader

Cw: boypussy// reader has a dick but no specific gender mentioned// fingering// squirting// pussy eating// switch!reader for hyunjin and linos// teasing// use of sex toys// face sitting// choking// thigh riding// overstim// finger sucking// mentions of mouth spitting//

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Chan

The best tasting pussy out them all, all because he lovessss his pineapple juice.

Clean shaven.

He gets soooo wet

You love to trail your hand down to his sopping wet core after you're done teasing him all day just to feel he's absolutely soaked through. You could actually feel it through his shorts.

Have him sit on one of your thighs (his back to your chest) on his break during practise, gripping and caressing his thigh, inching closer and closer to his core as he subtly grind down onto your thigh before he's called back to continue with practise. He leaves behind a little we patch on your thigh that you have to cover with his hoodie.

His little clit is so sensitive but he fucking loves when your tie his hands back and play with it. He's so whiny, bucking into your hand as your rub soft circles around it, driving him insane.

Loves when you hold your hand over his mouth and finger fuck his pretty pink pussy unti he's squirting all over your hand and the bed

His pussy is so messy

You're fucking him so good, his legs to his chest, almost in the mating press position and his slick is dripping from him making such lewd wet noises evertime your cock slams into him

Grips the fuck out your hair when you eat him out.

Loves sitting on your face, he circles his hips around so your nose brushes perfectly against his clit

Gets embarrassed when his squirt is all over your face but you love it so much.

Lee know

Such a pretty little pussy.

Has a little hair but not too much cause he prefers to be a little clean shaven

Once shaved his pubes into the shape of a kitty head. It made you burst out laughing at first but you found is so cute and gave him such a good orgasm after that since he spent alot of time trying to perfect it.

A little more on the brownish side cause of his tanned skin tone.

Tastes quite salty but you love it nonetheless

Rides your cock like a fucking pro. Likes to take charge when riding you cause he knows how pathetic you can get sometimes.

Got that gorilla grip too😮‍💨 milks the fuck out of your cock

Moves his hips in time with your fingers when they work around his clit

Loves being played with and fingered with your hands stuffed down his pants, just sitting there lazily whilst you pleasure him.

Always let's out the loudest moans when he cums

Not a squirter, you've tried but it never works. He's more a creamer.

Depending on how much work and pleasure you're giving him then the more cream spills from him when he cums.

If your just lazy fucking then only a little dribbling

But if your plowing him into next Tuesday then yeah it'll be flowing out him, all over your cock and making a mess of the bed.

Doesn't get supperrrr wet, just more so sticky with a little wetness

Changbin

CHUBBY PUSSY OH MY GODDDDDD

He's a cute little tint of pink and has some JUICY lips😮‍💨

He used to be so embarrassed at how chubby it was but you couldn't get enough of how perfect you though he was

Doesn't tend to be hairy but sometimes if he can't be bothered shaving then it's fine, it doesn't bother you at all.

Cutest little clit that's SO sensitive

You love circle your tongue around it until it he's having to pull you off cause he can't handle it. Holding his hips down since he wriggles and squirms about so much.

Can't help but accidentally squeeze your head between his plush thighs sometimes but you'd happily suffocate between them.

One time when you were eating him out and he came so hard that his legs wrapped around you and his thighs locked around your head, his hand gripping your hair as he damn near breaks your neck with his bare thighs. You were scared of giving him head for awhile after that but he felt SO bad about it :(

Used to be so scared about sitting on your face cause he didn't wanna hurt you again 😭 but eventually he did and oh my god he came all over your face after like 2 minutes.

Yelps whenever you give a little smack to his clit.

Like Lino he also doesn't get super wet, more sticky with a little wetness.

Loves when you take him from behind

He can feel you so deep inside him when he bend over completely, back arched perfectly for you.

Loves to grind against your thigh whenever he's feeling extra submissive and needy, his head nestled into the crook of your neck and his arms wrapped tightly around the back of your neck

So squirmy and whiny when you hold a vibrator to his clit. He cums soooo fast when you use a vibrator on him so you overstimulate him and pull about 4 orgasms from him.

Hyunjin

He can either be quite hairy or completely bald down there

His clit isn't as sensitive as the others but his hole on the other hand...it feels like pure ecstasy when your fucking him.

He also rides dick like a pro and will probably pull atleast 2 or 3 orgasms out you before he cums even once.

He knows the power him and his pussy holds and takes advantage of that. He can be such power bottom at times.

His pussy would absolutely milk your cock wether he's subbing or domming.

When he's domming he likes to wrap his long slender fingers around your throat and choke you a little whilst he fucks himself onto you. Might even spit in your mouth whilst he's at it🤭

But when he's subbing he's such a sweaty, moaning mess under you

He'll suck on your fingers whilst you pound his wet sloppy pussy.

He gets really wet too

Sometimes if you tease him for long enough he'd actually be DRIPPING with slick.

He likes to tease you sometimes by making you sit and watch as he plays with his pussy, fingering himself and fucking himself with a dildo.

Han

SOOOOO SENSITIVE

So so so squirmy whenever you touch him

He loves wearing the prettiest panties for you just to make a big wet mess of them when you turn him on

On the salty side but you're obsessed with the taste of him

Even his scent is like heaven

Tease him under the table when out at a dinner with the other members or even on a night out. Fingers slowly working round his puffy clit as he tries his best not to squirm in his chair and draw attention to himself.

Loves being fingered by you. Anywhere. Anytime. He's always up for it.

Probably the biggest squirter of them all

Fucking him open with your fingers until he's squirting everywhere, making such a big mess to clean up

Eat him out so good until your face is drenched in his liquids

Fucking your cock into his soft velvety walls, his orgasm being so intense his pussy clenches so hard your cock is pushed out and his liquids squirt all over your lower stomach and dick.

It's hard cause it's such a big clean up everytime but he's always soaking wet even if you weren't even trying to turn him on

Because of the mess he makes you try fuck him in the shower most of the time but finding a comfortable position is a little tricky.

Also clean shaven but may have a little stripe or triangle cut at the top that he keeps trimmed.

Felix

I usually couldn't imagine his pussy being hairy like AT ALL but from the pictures I've seen on twitter...he seems like he's actually pretty hairy.

So let's just say he's mostly hairy down there but at times when he wants to feel extra pretty and cute for you and dress up in little pink outfits, then he'll be completely waxed.

Love love LOVES grinding on your thigh

He'd leave such a big wet patch after he's done

Sitting on your lap as you hold his hips down and help him move his hips along your thigh. Moving him round in circles and making sure to move your leg up so he can gain more friction

Not much of a squirter but he definitely can if you're making him feel REALLY good

Almost always shakes when he cums

His legs always clamp around your head if you're eating him out or around your hand if your playing with his pussy

It's such a pretty shade of pink and has some freckles on it too🤭

Would sit on your lap (his back to your chest) whilst playing some video games on his computer. Your cock buried deep into him. Eventually he'd reposition himself to be kneeling on the chair but still playing his games whilst bouncing on your cock. You'd help him slam his hips back down onto your cock everytime, hitting his sweet spot everytime.

Definitely a pillow humper

Don't be surprised if you come back home to him sleeping next to his dwaekki pillow that now has a big wet patch on it.

Also....BELLY BULGE

He loves the way he can always see your cock in his tummy whenever your fucking him. You're just so big he can barely fit you in :(

Seungmin

Clean shaven

Tightest pussy of them all

Tries to be a brat but the minute your cock is inside him he's turned into a whimpering little mess.

Oversized hoodies with cute lil panties underneath? Yes please

Punish him by making him play with himself whilst you sit back and stroke your cock. Make him beg for your to touch him, to fuck him or even to eat him out.

PUSSY SLAPPING

He loves when you slap his pussy, right on his clit. Makes him jolt everytime.

He's only had very few occasions where he's squirted and he was so embarrassed whilst your were just sitting there shocked and insanely horny.

One times when he was riding you, struggling to keep up his movements since his legs were to tired to keep moving so he resorted to grinding on you. You pulled him forward a little and started fucking up into him at such a rough pace. He was so dazed out by the overwhelming feeling that he couldn't find the words to tell you that had a feeling almost like having to pee. Eventually his legs started vigorously shaking and a loud moan leaves him as you lift him off your cock. The minute you lift him off his liquids burst out of him, making a big wet mess all over your abdomen as his legs try to close but are blocked by your hips.

You came untouched because of that. The site of it all and the way he reacted, his hand covering his face whilst you just held him up. You had a sudden burst of pleasure through you as you spill your own cum on your stomach along with his liquids.

He was so embarrassed but you kept telling him how fucking hot it was

I.n

Actually kinda hairy down there but keeps it trimmed down

Doesn't squirt and never has done

Creams quite a fair bit

So sensitive inside his pussy

Soooooo loud when your fucking him, he just can't handle the intense feeling of his pussy getting pounded by you.

Would be such a good boy for you

Would bend over and arch his back for you, ready for your to ruin him

He can get so desperate at times at even tries to back his ass up into your crotch just begging to be filled by you

Has such a big breeding kink

Loves when you fill his pussy to the brim, loves how it feels when your warm cum shoots out into him.

Loves the way your cum trickles out his hole and down all down him.

Clenches around you SO much but he can't help it :(

He'd let you bend him into whatever position you want and take him apart.

Prefers to be fucked by your cock rather than your fingers or eating him out but he does love when you play with his pussy.

He'd be so whiny as your rub gentle circles around his clit 😮‍💨.

When you do eat him out though he has such a bitter-sweet taste that you just can't help but savour every bit of it.

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synopsis: none, honestly this is just straight smut lmao. pwop

tags: afab!reader, sub!chan (but mentions of dom!chan), overstimulation

a/n: I feel like this is the quickest I ever wrote and got something out 😭 next up is munch!felix

Your night started as usual, you and Chan were tangled in the sheets, lips moving together in sync, hands exploring each other’s skin. Both of you half naked, Chan in only his sweatpants and boxers and you in only your bra and pajama shorts.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, straddling him. The way his body shifted and squirmed underneath you was already giving you a taste of where his mind was tonight, and it didn’t take long for you to realize.

Chan had been the one to take the lead most times, but there were nights were he felt too tired or exhausted from work that the idea of being dominate during sex was one of the last things on his mind. It was a side of him that only showed when he felt really comfortable. When he began to trust you enough to let go of the control he usually held onto so tightly, even if just for the night.

You could feel it in the way he kiss you, needy but hesitant, his lips brushing against yours like he was asking for permission. The small soft whines he let out told you everything you need to know.

You pulled away for a moment, your breath mingling with his as you looked down into his eyes. There was a slight uncertainty, but also something more intense, making his eyes gleam as he gazed up at you. His chest rose and fell and his hands gently held your hips.

You tilted your head slightly, letting a slow smile curl onto your lips. You had an idea for tonight, you wanted to try something a little bit different. You leaned in a pressed another short peck to his lips.

“Wanna try something?” You hummed softly, your lips dragging across his jawline as you press gentle kisses along his skin.

Chan was silent for a moment, his pupils dilated, his eyes flashed with surprise. “Try what?” His voice was low and a bit more raspy than usual.

You don’t reply immediately. Instead and pull away and lean to the side to open your nightstand drawer. You feel around for a moment until your hands finally graze across the item you were searching for and you pull it out.

Chan’s eyebrows lifted slightly when he saw you reveal the toy. A white wand vibrator. It was something you used mostly when you were alone. On the nights you spent missing Chan while he was away on tour. You had use it together once in the past, but back then, Chan was the one in charge and not you.

The plastic of the wand was cool in your hands from not being touched in a while. You looked up and you could practically see the shift in Chan’s demeanor. He didn’t make eye contact, keeping his eyes down on the object that you held in between your bodies. His face even more flushed and his eyebrows slightly raised. His pupils dilated even further as he swallowed hard.

“You wanna try it… on me?” He asked, his voice a pitch higher than usual. You hummed and tilted you head to the side as you studied him.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” You clarified, “It’s just a suggestion.” You could feel the hesitation in the way his hands awkwardly shifted and rubbed along the curve of your hips.

Chan looks back down and stared at the toy in your hand. The silent stretched on for so long, you were about to completely backtrack on your idea but then he eyes softened and he look back up into your eyes.

“I want to.” He whispered. Then he nodded as if confirming his statement, slowly but confidently. “I want to try it.”

A grin spread across your face and you placed the wand down beside you on the bed and grabbed his jaw, guiding his face to yours for a kiss. It was soft at first, almost hesitant but you could feel the need growing each time your lips met.

You deepened the kiss, sliding your tongue into his mouth, letting it brush against Chans. His hands tightened on your hips and pulled you closer to him, grinding you against him. He whined at the feeling of your clothed pussy rubbing against him and his hips stuttered.

Breaking the kiss, you gently pushed him back against the bed, your body hovering over his. You trailed a finger up and down his chest, tracing over his abs as you leaned down to litter his neck with kisses. Chan reached up to unclasp your bra and slide it off, gently holding and massaging your breasts as you continue you leave a faint trail of kisses on his neck. You sadly can’t leave hickeys, but you can definitely pretend.

“You’re sure, right?” You asked quietly, your voice a soft whisper as you traced your fingers over his collarbone.

Chan’s response was immediate, his hands tightened on your waist, pulling you closer until your nipples rub against his. He nodded and you pulled away to look him in the eyes, “I need words.” You said.

Chan’s voice came out shaky when he replied, “Yes. Please.” The words were barely any louder than a breath but they were sure. Chan’s fingers slipped beneath the waistband of both his pants and boxers, tugging them down his hips. You reached down to help, sliding them down his legs and letting them land fall to the floor, forgotten for now.

You reached to the side and take the vibrator in your hand. His eyes locked on you as you inched down his body until you were eve level with his cock.

Chan bit his lip and scrunched his eyes shut when he felt your tongue stick out to gently lick at his tip.

You let your lips wrap around him, your free hand sliding down to wrap around the base of his cock, jerking him off as you suck on his tip. “Fuck,” he sighs.

His length twitches as you take more of him into your mouth, your nose brushing against his pelvis while the tip of his cock teases the back of your throat.

Chan gasps repeatedly, one hand flying up to cover his mouth, attempting to muffle the moans and whimpering slipping from his lips. His other hand slides down to tangle into your hair, gripping it tightly as a way to ground himself

You hum around his length making his hips jerk up into your mouth. You gag slightly when he hits the back of your throat but you don’t pull away. Chan’s head tips back with a long, pleasured groan as he surrenders to the warm, wetness of your mouth. While he’s lost in the feeling, you quietly click the vibrator on. The sudden hum makes him lift his head, his eyes flickering down to meet yours.

He kept his eyes locked on you as you guided the toy closed, his breathing catching when you move it gently against the base of his length, just out of reach of your mouth. The whine that escapes his lips is quiet but desperate and you can feel his thighs tremble around you as you gently move the wand up and down his length.

You hum around him before pulling off, trailing kissing along his thighs. The vibrator slides up to rub along his spit-slicked length where your mouth had just been. His muscles tense, his abs flexing as he takes a deep breath in, holding it.

His pupils were blown wide, dark and hazy as he seemed to gaze past you, focused on nothing yet everything at the same time. One hand still fisted in your hair while the other gripped the sheets beneath him so tightly, his knuckles were turning white.

You slid one hand up to stoke his cock, while the other holding the vibrator trail down to his balls, hanging low and heavy.

The minute the vibrations from the wand hit his skin, his body went rigid, a loud moan escaping his lips. His hand moved from your hair to your wrist, but you caught it and pinned it to the side. “Nuh-Uh,” you teased, “Stay right there.”

Chan’s chest was rose and fell rapidly, his hips twitching as if he couldn’t decide whether to chase the feeling or run away from it. “B-baby, I—“

“I know,” you cooed, turning up the intensity just a notch. He whined, his voice cracking right in the middle of it—a desperate, broken sound that went straight to your core. His legs were trembled and his jaw feel open as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” you whispered. Chan’s head tilted back, exposing his neck, flushed bright red as another moan slipped out of him. His arms strained in your grasp but you held him down. “So sensitive.. are you gonna come for me already?”

He tried to shake his head, but the way his hips rocked towards the vibrator told you otherwise. “I—I can’t—“

“Yes you can.” You pressed the vibe a little harder, dragging it up from his balls to press against the underside of his tip. And that was all it took.

A sharp, broken cry left him as his body arched off the bed. His breath stuttered and his hand gripped the sheets, squeezing then patting them as if he couldn’t handle the intensity of his orgasm. He was left trembling beneath you, skin flushed, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, mouth open as he fought to catch his breath.

But you weren’t done.

Chan was still trying to catch his breath when you eased the vibrator back against him, letting it buzz softly over his overstimulated skin. His whole body jerked. “W-wait, baby, I—“ He cut himself off with a groan, so much deeper than all the sounds he’s been making so far.

“Too much?” You purred, dragging it down his length before circling back up. His hips bucked towards you despite his protests, and his mouth fell open in a loud desperate whine.

He shook his head violently as if terrified you’d stop. The whites of his eyes flashed just before they fluttered shut, his back arching even higher off the mattress. the hand you didn’t have pinned down flexed uselessly at his side.

You hummed, pleased, turning the vibrator up another level.

Chan’s chin tilted towards to the ceiling as his head fell back against the pillow, a high pitched, broken moan spilling from his lips. His body was helplessly chasing the feeling even as tears welled in his eyes from the overstimulation. You leaned up, putting two fingers under his chin. His face was warm as he turned his head to look at you, his eyes glazed over. You leaned down, kissing him softly, swallowing up the moans he let out into your mouth.

“You’re so pretty like this,” you whispered. “Falling apart for me.”

Chan’s breath hitched sharply. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something back, but all that came out was a wrecked sob as a second wave of pleasure washed over him, his cum spilling over his abs and chest in short spurts.

His entire body tensed and shook, and you held him through it, kissing his cheek and whispering soft praises you weren’t sure he heard over the sounds of his own cries until they dissolved into shaky breaths.

You finally turned off the wand, setting it aside as Chan’s chest heaved beneath you. His eyes were glossy and unfocused, his body flushed and his lips swollen from biting them. “Baby,” you murmured, moving to lie down next to him.

Chan finally found the strength to move and he reached for you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and tugging you down until you were flush against him. His face nuzzled into your neck, breath still uneven.

“You okay?” you whispered, kissing his temple, his skin slightly damp from sweat.

Chan gave you a breathless laugh. “Mhm,” he cracked, his voice raspy and sore from overuse. “Might have to drag me out of bed tomorrow.”

You laughed, brushing your fingers through the damp curls that stuck to his forehead, before leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Was it worth it?”

Chans lips curled up into a lazy smile, his eyes tired but satisfied, “Definitely.”

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AGE GAPS | SKZ members

Summary: They are suddenly concerned about the age gap that you guys have in the relationship.

Pairs: Chan x Reader, Minho x Reader, Changbin x Reader, Hyunjin x Reader, Han x Reader, Felix x Reader, Seungmin x Reader and Jeongin x Reader (individually)

CHAN

MINHO

CHANGBIN

HYUNJIN

HAN

FELIX

SEUNGMIN

I.N

[eclipixels]

Relentless

Kpop Idol x Reader

Content: You bother a K-pop idol, but he accidentally ends up falling for you

[6,605]

      You’re annoying.

      At least, that’s what he’s told you. Multiple times, actually.

      But do you care? Nope. Not even a little bit.

      Because why should you? When your ultimate bias is standing right in front of you at every fansign, every event, every concert, looking drop-dead gorgeous as always? And if you have to be just a tiny bit insufferable to get his attention, then so be it.

      “Did you miss me?” you chirp, grinning as you slide your album across the table.

      He sighs. Deeply. Like he’s summoning the patience of a thousand saints just to deal with you. “Didn’t I see you last week?”

      “Yup! And the week before that. And the week before that. And the week—”

      “I’m sensing a pattern,” he mutters, flipping open the page. His pen hovers over it for a second before he glances up. “Should I even bother signing? You probably have my autograph a hundred times already.”

      “Hundred and two, actually,” you correct, tapping your chin. “But who’s counting?”

      You’ve been on his radar for months now, your presence a constant thorn in his side. While other fans scream in adoration, you’re the one who relentlessly teases him. While others shower him with compliments, you’re the one who calls him out for looking like a sleep-deprived raccoon which, in your defense, he does.

      And at first, he hated it. He still does but he’s gotten more used to it now.

      “You know,” you say, leaning closer as he signs your album. “If you keep staring at me like that, people are gonna think you’re in love with me.”

      He chokes. Actually chokes. Coughing into his fist as his ears turn a suspicious shade of red.

      “You—” He glares at you, pointing an accusatory finger. “You’re so—”

      “Charming? Stunning? The love of your life?”

      “I was going to say infuriating,” he deadpans.

      “You got a giant pimple on your chin by the way.” You mess with him.

      “Wait what?” He panics, pulling out his phone camera to look only to see you had been lying. You laugh but he just glares at you.

      “I’m calling security.”

      “I’m leaving! I’m leaving!” You yelp before speed-walking away.

      It’s the same thing every time. You show up. You tease him. He gives you a death glare. He doesn’t hide his irritation or put on the ‘always appease the fans’ personality.

      And that is why you keep coming back. It’s gotten entertaining now, he kind of expects it everytime his group is having an event. It’s kind of fun seeing you and the disaster you bring. Even if he’d rather die than admit it.

      One day, you stop showing up.

      It takes him a while to notice.

      At first, he just thinks it’s a coincidence. Maybe you finally got bored of teasing him. Maybe you ran out of albums to get signed. Maybe you found some other idol to annoy instead of him.

      It shouldn’t bother him.

      And yet, it does.

      He doesn’t realize how much he’s grown used to your presence until it’s gone. No smug grins at fansigns. No playful insults thrown his way. No exasperating banter that secretly made his days a little less exhausting.

      The first week without you, he feels… relieved.

      The second week, he feels off.

      The third week, he starts searching for you in every crowd.

      And by the fourth week, he knows something is wrong.

      It’s not like he has a way to contact you, he doesn’t even know your full name. But, by some miracle, he finds you. It’s past midnight when he sees you again.

      He almost doesn’t recognize you at first. You’re curled up on the bench of a park near his apartment, arms wrapped around yourself as the rain pours down. Your usual playful confidence is gone, replaced with something small. Fragile.

      Something inside him twists at the sight.

      He doesn’t think. He just moves.

      “Hey.”

      You flinch at his voice, eyes wide as you look up. The dim streetlight barely illuminates your face, but it’s enough for him to see the tear tracks mixed with the rain.

      For the first time since he’s known you, you’re not smirking. You’re not teasing. You’re just—broken.

      “What… what are you doing here?” you whisper, voice hoarse.

      He frowns, ignoring the rain soaking through his hoodie as he crouches in front of you. “I could ask you the same thing.”

      You let out a weak, bitter laugh. “I could give you a hundred and two reasons.”

      Normally, he’d have a snarky reply ready. But right now? Right now, he just wants to know what’s wrong.

      His voice is softer than he means it to be. “Y/n, what happened?”

      You hesitate. For the first time, you actually hesitate. But then your shoulders shake, and suddenly, you’re unraveling right in front of him.

      “Everything just—everything went wrong, and I didn’t know where else to—” You whisper, voice cracking

      Your breath hitches, and before he can think twice about it, he’s already shrugging off his hoodie, draping it over you. His hand lingers on your shoulder, grounding you.

      “Come on,” he says, his voice quieter now. “Let’s get you out of the rain.”

      You blink at him, like you can’t quite believe this is happening. Like you were expecting him to brush you off. But he doesn’t. Because right now, you’re not the annoying fan who used to drive him insane.

      Right now, you’re just you. Another person just like him.

      You don’t argue. You just let him help you up. And as he leads you inside to his apartment, away from the cold, away from whatever is haunting you, he realizes something.

      He’s missed you.

      You’re dry now. Mostly. His apartment looks nice. You can’t believe how many times you’ve walked past the area oblivious to the fact your favorite kpop idol lives right there.

      Sitting on his couch, wrapped in a blanket that smells faintly of laundry detergent and something undeniably him, you grip the cup of tea he shoved into your hands the second you stepped inside. You’re still cold, though. Not from the rain, but from everything else.

      He’s sitting across from you, his shirt damp from the rain, arms crossed as he leans back. He hasn’t asked you to leave. Hasn’t told you you’re being annoying. Hasn’t even made a sarcastic comment.

      You let out a slow breath, staring at the steam rising from the tea. “You don’t have to be nice to me, you know.”

      He exhales sharply through his nose. “Trust me, I know.”

      That earns the faintest hint of a smile from you, but it disappears as quickly as it came. The silence stretches between you, thick and unfamiliar. Normally, you’d fill it with some dumb remark, poke at him just to see him roll his eyes.

      But tonight you don’t have the energy.

      “I don’t even know why you let me come here,” you admit. “It’s not like we’re actually friends.”

      His jaw clenches, but he doesn’t argue.

      You let out a humorless laugh, shaking your head. “But I appreciate it since nothing in my life is going right.”

      He watches you, eyes unreadable. “Yeah?”

      You scoff, curling further into the blanket. “Yeah.”

      And then, before you can stop yourself, you start talking.

      You tell him about your job that sucks. About the bills that won’t stop piling up. About how it feels like the universe has some personal vendetta against you.

      And then, finally—

      “…And then I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me.”

      You don’t look at him when you say it. It’s less embarrassing that way. But he stills. You don’t notice at first, too busy staring at the swirling tea in your mug.

      “…Boyfriend?” His voice is sharper than you expect.

      You glance up, confused by the expression on his face.

      His brow furrows. “You have a boyfriend?”

      There’s something off about the way he says it. Something tense. Like he’s testing the words out, like they feel wrong in his mouth.

      You blink. “Had.”

      His eyes flick to yours. Just for a second. Enough for you to see relief flicker in them, but it’s gone before you can process it.

      “Huh.” He leans back, arms still crossed, gaze flicking to the side. “Didn’t know that.”

      You let out a bitter laugh. “Guess it doesn’t matter now, does it?”

      He doesn’t answer right away. And when he finally does, his voice is quieter.

      “No. Guess not.”

      Another silence. This one is heavier than before.

      You sip your tea, pretending not to notice the way his fingers tighten slightly on his arm. Pretending not to notice the way he hasn’t looked at you since you said ‘had’.

      And he? He pretends he doesn’t care. Even though, for some reason, he does. More than he wants to admit.

      “I should’ve known,” you mutter, voice dull. “He was always too smooth. Too good at talking his way out of things.”

      Across from you, he shifts, watching you carefully. “How’d you find out?”

      You snort. “Instagram.”

      His brows raise slightly, like he wasn’t expecting that.

      “I was so stupid,” you continue, laughing bitterly. “This whole time, I thought I was paranoid. I even told myself, no, you’re just overthinking it. But then, boom—he slips up. Some girl posts a story of them together at a hotel. Tags him in it. And just like that, it’s over.”

      You don’t even realize you’re gripping the blanket tighter until you feel the fabric bunch beneath your fingers.

      Silence.

      And then—

      “…He’s an idiot.”

      You blink, looking up.

      He’s staring at you now, expression unreadable, but his voice is firm. Steady.

      You let out a scoff. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

      His gaze flickers over your face. For a moment, he looks like he wants to say something else. But instead, he just leans forward, resting his arms on his knees.

      “You mad at him?”

      You think about it. Let the question settle in your chest.

      “…No.” You exhale. “I’m just mad at myself.”

      His brow furrows slightly. “Why?”

      “Because I let it happen.” You shake your head. “I should’ve seen the signs. I should’ve trusted my gut. I wasted so much time on him, and for what?”

      The words taste bitter in your mouth. But before you can dwell on it, he exhales, running a hand through his damp hair. “You’re not the only one who’s been through it, you know.”

      You blink. “What?”

      His jaw clenches, like he’s debating whether or not to say more. But then he sighs, shaking his head. “I’ve been there too. The whole ‘getting cheated on’ thing.”

      Your eyes widen. Someone cheated on him? Were they stupid? “Wait. You?”

      He nods once, gaze flicking to the side.

      You sit up straighter, fully invested now. “Who?”

      At that, he hesitates. His fingers tap lightly against the couch, a nervous habit you’ve never seen from him before.

      “You have to promise you won’t tell anyone.”

      You blink at him, taken aback by the sudden seriousness in his tone. “Do I need to sign an NDA?”

      “That’d probably be a good idea” he says, looking at you now, eyes sharp and unwavering, “But I don’t have any lying around so just promise not to blabber.”

      You pause. Then, with the most solemn expression you can muster, you raise a hand. “I solemnly swear that I, Y/n L/n, will take this secret to my grave.”

      Huh, so that was your full name. Then, after another long pause, he finally says it.

      “Myra.”

      Your brain short-circuits. “Wait. Kim Myra?”

      Kim Myra—the nation’s sweetheart, lead vocalist of Lulupop, one of the biggest girl groups in the industry? The same Kim Myra who made headlines last year for her K-drama debut?

      That Myra?

      “She cheated on you?” you say, still trying to process the information.

      He lets out a short, humorless laugh. “Yup.”

      “With who?”

      Another pause. And then, with a sigh, he mutters, “Kevin.”

      Your jaw drops.

      Kevin Ngyuen the half Vietnamese and half Korean actor? Her flipping co-star in that ridiculously popular debut drama she starred in last year. The one everyone swore had “undeniable chemistry.” The one she denied being involved with a thousand times in interviews.

      “Holy shit,” you breathe. “Are you serious?”

      “Dead serious.” He leans back, rubbing his temples. “It was a whole thing. I found out during the drama’s press tour. They were sneaking around behind my back for months.”

      You stare at him, mind racing. “How did this not get out?”

      He gives you a flat look. “Come on. You really think companies let this stuff leak?”

      That gets your attention. You shift, turning to face him fully. “Okay, spill. How often does this actually happen? Because every time an idol gets exposed for dating, people act like it’s some rare phenomenon.”

      He scoffs. “Please. It happens all the time.”

      You gape at him. “All the time?”

      He nods, stretching his legs out. “Most idols date in secret. Sometimes it’s other idols, sometimes it’s actors, sometimes it’s staff. Hell, sometimes it’s fans.”

      Your eyes widen. “Fans?”

      He shrugs. “Yeah. Not often, but it happens.”

      Your mind is spinning. The media paints idols as these untouchable figures, too busy to date, too devoted to their careers. But here he is, casually confirming that half the industry is dating behind closed doors.

      “So let me get this straight,” you say, crossing your arms. “You’re telling me that while we, the peasants, are out here fighting over crumbs of interactions, you guys are out there secretly dating each other?”

      He smirks. “Pretty much.”

      You groan, flopping back against the couch. “I feel so betrayed.”

      He actually laughs at that—a real laugh, not the sarcastic ones he usually gives you. And for some reason, it makes something warm settle in your chest. You watch him carefully. For the first time, he looks… vulnerable. Not the cocky idol who always rolled his eyes at you. Not the guy who (rightfully) acts like you were the most annoying person in the world.

      Just a guy who got his heart broken, the same way you did.

      “…She’s an idiot,” you say eventually.

      He glances at you, lips twitching. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

      The rain has slowed to a faint drizzle, tapping softly against the window. You’re still curled up on his couch, still wrapped in his blanket, still reeling from the fact that you just got industry tea straight from the source.

      And yet, the weirdest part?

      You’re not freaking out.

      Like, logically, you should be. You’re in the apartment of a K-pop idol. But here you are, having a normal conversation with him like this is just… a thing that happens.

      He shifts, resting an arm against the back of the couch. Then, almost absentmindedly, he mutters, “You know… this is the first time I’ve let a stranger into my house.”

      You blink, caught off guard. “Huh?”

      He tilts his head slightly, watching you. “I’ve never talked to a fan like this before, let alone allow one into my place.”

      You let out a small laugh. “This is kind of crazy, isn’t it?”

      He raises an eyebrow. “What is?”

      “This.” You motion between the two of you. “I’m literally sitting in a celebrity’s house, and I’m not even freaking out. It’s like…” You trail off, thinking.

      “…Like?” he prompts.

      You shrug. “Like we’ve been friends or something for years.”

      His lips twitch. “Oh, a friend, huh?”

      You don’t miss the way his gaze sharpens, playful and teasing. Then, with a smirk, he leans forward just slightly. “You probably have, like, a gajillion pictures of my face in your camera roll.”

      Your face heats. “I—okay, first of all—”

      “Oh, I hit a nerve, didn’t I?” His smirk widens. “How many are we talking? A hundred? Two hundred?”

      You cross your arms. “I don’t have that many.”

      He hums, unconvinced. “You sure?”

      “Okay, maybe a few, but that’s normal—”

      “So you do like me.”

      You sputter. “Excuse me?”

      His eyes gleam with amusement, head tilting slightly. “You like me.”

      “I used to like you,” you correct quickly, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “Past tense.”

      He snorts. “Right. Past tense.”

      “Yes.”

      There’s a beat of silence. Then—

      “Still doesn’t explain why you showed up to every fansign just to bother me.”

      You groan. “Oh my god, can you let it go?”

      He chuckles, clearly enjoying this way too much.

      You decide to change the subject before he can keep teasing you. “Anyway. Moving on. We’re getting off track.”

      He smirks but doesn’t argue.

      And somehow, just like that, the conversation flows into something easier. More natural.

      You talk about random things—childhood memories, weird pet peeves, stupid things you’ve both done. And the more you talk, the more you realize just how much you actually have in common.

      You both hate the taste of parsley. You both secretly love trashy reality TV. You both have a fear of roaches.

      “They’re just creepy, okay?” he mutters.

      You nod solemnly. “Agreed.”

      “That’s so exhausting,” you mutter as he rambles on about the complicated life of being a celebirty.

      “Welcome to the industry.”

      You tilt your head, watching him. “Do you ever regret it?”

      The question catches him off guard. His brows furrow slightly, and for a moment, he doesn’t answer.

      Then, after a beat, he exhales. “I don’t know. Some days, yeah. But I signed up for this, so…” He shrugs.

      You don’t know why, but the way he says it—so nonchalant, so matter-of-fact—makes your chest feel a little tight. Because for all the glamour, all the fame, all the screaming fans and flashing cameras… it must be lonely. And you’re starting to wonder if he’s lonelier than he lets on.

      You shift slightly, resting your head against the couch. “You know,” you say, staring at the ceiling, “I always thought being an idol was, like, the dream life.”

      He snorts. “Yeah? Still think that now?”

      You hum, considering. “I mean… parts of it, sure. The music, the performances. But all the other stuff? The restrictions, the constant scrutiny, the… fake smiles?” You glance at him. “I don’t think I’d last a day.”

      His lips quirk slightly. “Yeah. You’re too stubborn to follow company rules.”

      You gasp. “Excuse me?”

      “You heard me.” He smirks, shifting so he’s facing you fully. “They’d tell you to keep your head down, and you’d be out there starting fights with reporters.”

      You cross your arms. “I would not.”

      He raises an eyebrow.

      “…Okay, maybe I would,” you admit. “But that’s beside the point.”

      His chuckle is soft, barely there. But you hear it. And for some reason, it makes something warm settle in your chest.

      “You know,” he murmurs, breaking the silence, “you’re not what I expected.”

      You blink. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

      He tilts his head, studying you. “I don’t know. I just figured… I don’t even know what I figured. But it wasn’t this.”

      You raise an eyebrow. “Wasn’t what?”

      He exhales, shaking his head. “I don’t know. You’re just… normal.”

      You let out a dramatic gasp. “Wow. What a compliment.”

      He laughs, low and breathy. “Shut up. You know what I mean.”

      And yeah. Maybe you do.

      You stretch your arms above your head, letting out a yawn. “Whatever. You don’t even know me.”

      He scoffs. “Same could be said about you.”

      But that makes you sit up, an eyebrow raised. “No, see, I actually do know you.”

      He leans back against the couch, smirking. “Oh yeah?”

      You nod, shifting to face him. “For example—you grew up with a corgi.” You pause for effect. “Your favorite anime is fruit basket. You trained for five years before debuting. You love mint chocolate—”

      At that, he suddenly bursts out laughing.

      You blink. “What?”

      “Oh my god.” He covers his face with his hand, still laughing. “That is so wrong.”

      Your brows furrow. “Huh?”

      “My favorite anime is blood C” he says, “But that was too graphic for my label so I had to lie about it”

      “And I hate mint chocolate.” He shakes his head, still grinning. “My company made me lie about that too.”

      You gasp. “Are you serious?”

      He stretches his legs out, exhaling dramatically. “They assigned me this whole personality—‘the sweet, playful vocalist who loves cute things. They made me do so much aegyo during our rookie days. I swear, I was dying inside. Like geniunelly an angel lost its wings everytime they made me sing that fuck ass ottoke ottoke song.”

      At that, you lose it, laughing so hard your sides hurt.

      “Wow. So all those ‘cute’ moments in variety shows—”

      “Forced. Every single one.”

      You shake your head, still grinning. “Damn. Your whole life on camera is a lie.”

      “Pretty much.” He sighs, shaking his head.

      You tilt your head. “Yeah, okay. Who is the real you, then?”

      He leans back, thinking for a moment. Then, he starts listing.

      “I hate aegyo, if that wasn’t obvious by now. I suck at cooking, but I can make instant ramen taste amazing. I get restless if I sit in one place too long. I used to sneak out during trainee days just to take a breather because the dorms were hell.”

      You listen intently as he continues.

      “I love staying up late. I overthink a lot. I hate being told what to do. And—” He pauses, eyes flicking toward the ceiling in thought. “—oh. When I was a kid, I once cried for, like, three hours straight because my ice cream fell on the floor.”

      You burst out laughing. “Three hours?!”

      “It was tragic, okay?” He places a hand on his chest dramatically. “And I was five.”

      You shake your head, still laughing. “Wow. You were a menace.”

      “Still am,” he quips.

      You roll your eyes, but the warmth in your chest lingers.

      Then—his gaze shifts back to you, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

      “Okay, your turn.”

      You blink. “Huh?”

      He tilts his head. “I just told you who I really am. Now it’s your turn.” He smirks. “Because as far as I know, you’re just an obsessed fan with a messy life.”

      You huff, crossing your arms. “Wow. Rude.”

      “Am I wrong?”

      “…No, but still.”

      His smirk deepens. “So? Who are you, really?”

      You open your mouth, then close it. Because, honestly? You’re not sure how to answer that. And for the first time tonight… you think he can tell. You fidget with the edge of the blanket draped over you, suddenly feeling exposed under his gaze.

      “Who am I, really?” you echo, stalling.

      He shrugs, tilting his head slightly. “Yeah. Since, y’know, I actually answered.”

      You roll your eyes. “Okay, okay. Geez.”

      But now that the question is out there, you don’t know where to start. Because who are you, really? You could go the surface-level route—basic facts, the kind of stuff you’d put in a ‘get to know me’ post. Or you could be real, like he was, peeling back the layers, saying the stuff you don’t usually admit. Your fingers tighten around the fabric of the blanket. He’s watching you, waiting. And for some reason, despite how ridiculous this entire situation is, you kind of want to answer honestly.

      So you exhale and start.

      “I’m the kind of person who laughs at their own jokes before even finishing them.” You scoff at yourself. “I stay up way too late and regret it every morning. I’m really bad at responding to texts, even though I always have my phone on me. And I—” You hesitate, but push forward. “—I overthink everything. Like, everything. I make up problems that don’t even exist sometimes, just so I have something to be stressed about.”

      You let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head. “Oh, and I have a terrible habit of pretending I’m okay when I’m actually so not.”

      You glance at him, expecting—what? Judgment? Pity? You’re not sure.

      But he’s just watching you. Quietly. Like he’s actually listening.

      So you continue.

      “I get attached to people way too easily. It’s honestly embarrassing. And I hate it, because most of the time, they don’t even care that much about me in return.” You shrug, forcing a small smile. “Guess that’s my fault, though. I expect too much from people.”

      You don’t know why you’re saying all this. Maybe it’s because you’re tired, or maybe it’s because, for once, you don’t feel like you have to pretend.

      Either way, the words just keep coming.

      “I act all tough, but I take things way too personally. If someone I care about starts acting distant, I automatically assume I did something wrong.” You huff out a laugh. “I hate that about myself, honestly. But, y’know… can’t really turn my brain off.”

      You fall silent, staring at the fabric in your hands, feeling weirdly vulnerable.

      Then—

      “That,” he says, voice softer than before, “was not what I was expecting.”

      You scoff. “Yeah, well. Neither was tonight.”

      He chuckles. Then, after a beat—

      “You know what’s funny?”

      You glance at him. “What?”

      He leans back, arms crossed, smirking slightly. “For someone who annoys the hell out of me, you sound a lot like me.”

      You blink. “Wait. You overthink everything too?”

      “All the time.” He exhales through his nose. “It’s exhausting.”

      You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “Well, damn. Maybe I do know you.”

      His gaze lingers on you for a second longer. Then—

      “Yeah.” His lips twitch. “Maybe you do.”

      You glance over at him, unsure how to break the silence, but he speaks first.

      “You can stay the night if you want.”

      You blink, caught off guard. “Huh?”

      His voice is low, relaxed, like he’s been thinking about it for a while. “I mean, it’s getting late, and you’ve been through enough tonight. You can stay in the guest room. No pressure.”

      Your heart races a little at the offer, and you instinctively open your mouth to decline. “Nah, it’s really fine. The weather’s—”

      Just as you’re about to finish, a sudden crack of thunder shakes the walls.

      You freeze, looking toward the window, and the hairs on your arms stand on end. You glance at him, confused. “That was… loud.”

      Before you can say anything else, the wind picks up, howling against the glass. The first hailstone hits the window with a sharp thunk, followed by another, and then another.

      You’re caught in the sudden chaos of weather. The storm that had seemed far off only moments ago now feels like it’s directly on top of you.

      He watches you, his eyes soft but firm. “Yeah. It’s now hailing outside. You’re not going anywhere.”

      You blink, feeling a rush of uncertainty. “But I—”

      “Stay,” he insists, his voice calm, reassuring. “You can’t go out in this. It’s not safe.”

      You swallow, the sudden realization hitting you that he’s right. The storm is now battering against the windows with intensity. The wind howls, the thunder rumbles louder, and the hail sounds almost like it’s trying to break through the glass.

      You hesitate. “But I don’t want to be a bother—”

      He cuts you off, eyes not leaving yours, his tone gentle but firm. “It’s fine. Really. It’s just one night.”

      You open your mouth to argue again, but the sheer thought of stepping out into the storm is enough to make you reconsider. The last thing you need right now is to get caught out there, drenched and cold.

      With a reluctant sigh, you nod. “Okay. Fine. I’ll stay. But only because the weather is insane.”

      He gives a small nod of satisfaction, his expression softening just a touch. He stands, stretching his legs. “I’ll show you the guest room. It’s just down the hall.”

      You follow him down the hallway, the quiet hum of the apartment now replaced with the distant rumble of thunder and the sharp tink-tink of hail.

      He leads you into a modestly furnished guest room, with a neatly made bed and soft, dim lighting that creates a warm, inviting atmosphere.

      “Make yourself at home,” he says, his voice more casual now. “I’ll leave you to it. Let me know if you need anything.”

      You glance back at him, feeling a little out of place but oddly comfortable. “Thanks.”

      He hesitates in the doorway for a moment, looking at you like he’s about to say something else, but then he just nods once and leaves.

      As you settle into the bed, the storm outside continues to rage, but inside, everything feels calmer, quieter. You close your eyes, trying to shake the feeling of being in his space, of being taken care of.

      The storm doesn’t let up. If anything, it gets worse. You can hear the wind howling through the cracks of the apartment, the heavy thunk of hailstones smacking against the windows.

      You should be sleeping. But you’re not.

      Instead, you’re lying on your side, staring at the ceiling, your mind racing too fast to settle.

      There’s a soft knock at the door.

      You sit up slightly. “Yeah?”

      The door creaks open, and he steps inside, rubbing the back of his neck. He looks… uneasy, like he’s debating whether or not he should even be here.

      “I, uh—” He hesitates. “Couldn’t sleep.”

      You exhale a small laugh. “Yeah, me neither.”

      He nods, lingering by the doorway before eventually sighing and stepping inside. “The storm’s kinda loud.”

      You smirk. “You scared or something?”

      He scoffs. “No.” Then, after a beat, “Just… restless.”

      You watch as he walks over, hesitating before sitting on the edge of the bed. He’s close, closer than before. The dim lighting casts soft shadows on his face, highlighting the way his jaw tightens, the way his fingers press against his knees like he’s holding himself back from something.

      The air shifts.

      Neither of you speak, but you can feel it, the weight of everything unsaid pressing into the space between you.

      You swallow. “What?”

      His gaze flickers to yours. “What?”

      “You’re looking at me like…” You trail off, suddenly self-conscious.

      He doesn’t answer right away. Just studies you, his lips parting slightly like he’s about to say something, but then—

      He kisses you.

      It happens so fast you barely process it. His lips press against yours. Firm, hesitant, like he’s not sure if he’s making a mistake but can’t stop himself.

      Your breath catches.

      It’s warm. It’s soft. It’s…

      Over too soon.

      He pulls back immediately, his eyes widening like he just broke every unspoken rule in existence.

      “Shit,” he breathes out, running a hand through his hair. “I—” He stands up abruptly, pacing. “That was, fuck. That was so unprofessional of me.”

      You blink, still trying to process what just happened. “Unprofessional?”

      He groans. “I mean you’re a fan. You were literally crying outside my apartment, like—this is just—” He groans again, dragging his hand down his face. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

      You just stare at him. “So… was it bad?”

      He freezes.

      Slowly, he turns to you, blinking like the thought never even occurred to him. “…What?”

      You raise an eyebrow. “The kiss. Was it bad?”

      He looks almost offended. “No. That’s not the point.”

      You tilt your head, lips twitching. “So it was good?”

      He glares at you. “Stop.”

      You can’t help it, you laugh.

      Because despite his whole internal crisis, despite the way he’s pacing like he just ruined his career or something, he kissed you first.

      And that means something.

      He sighs, exasperated, before finally looking at you again. His expression softens—just slightly. “I’m serious. That was…” He exhales. “It shouldn’t have happened.”

      You hum, still amused. “But it did.”

      The moment is thick with tension, something unspoken hanging between the two of you, stretching out like an invisible thread waiting to snap.

      “This.” His voice is edged with something unsteady as he gestures vaguely between the two of you, his fingers twitching like he wants to take the word back as soon as it leaves his lips. “I wasn’t supposed to—” His sentence cuts off abruptly, his jaw clenching hard as if he's physically stopping himself from saying more.

      You narrow your eyes, your gaze locking onto his, searching for whatever it is he’s trying so desperately to keep from you. “Wasn’t supposed to what?”

      His eyes flicker to yours for only a second, but it’s enough. Enough to send something sharp and unexpected shooting through you, making your breath hitch in your throat.

      “…Start liking you.”

      The words are so quiet, you almost think you imagined them. They are hesitant, fragile, as though speaking them aloud makes them more real than he’s ready for. Like he’s admitting something he never planned to, something he never thought he’d have to.

      Your stomach flips, and suddenly, for the first time since the kiss, you’re the one feeling thrown off balance.

      You blink at him, unsure if you even heard him correctly. “You—”

      “Forget it,” he mutters quickly, already shaking his head, a muscle ticking in his jaw like he regrets every syllable. “Just—”

      “No.” You sit up straighter, your voice firm. “You can’t just say that and expect me to forget it.”

      He exhales sharply, his gaze darting away from you. “I know. I just…” He groans under his breath, dragging a hand through his hair in clear frustration. “This is a mess.”

      You study him carefully, taking in every detail—the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers clench at his sides, the unmistakable war waging behind his eyes. He looks so genuinely conflicted, like he’s fighting against himself, and maybe he is.

      And then, because you can’t help yourself, because some part of you needs to hear him say it again, you murmur, “You liking me is a mess?”

      His head snaps back toward you, and for a brief moment, he looks utterly, completely exasperated. “Yes. Obviously. You’re a fan—”

      “Was a fan,” you interject smoothly, crossing your arms over your chest.

      He glares. “That doesn’t make this any better.”

      You smirk. “I think it does.”

      He exhales sharply, shaking his head in frustration. “You’re impossible.”

      You simply grin at him, but inside, your heart is pounding. Because it doesn’t matter how much he denies it, how much he tries to fight it—the truth is out now. He likes you. He wasn’t supposed to, he doesn’t want to, but he does. And now, neither of you knows what to do with it.

      Outside, the storm continues to rage, wind and rain slamming against the windows, but inside, you’re both just standing there, frozen in this moment, waiting for something—anything—to break the silence.

      You shift slightly on the bed, tilting your head at him. “So, let me get this straight.”

      He pinches the bridge of his nose, already looking pained. “Oh my God.”

      “You kissed me.”

      “Yes, I know.” His tone is flat, resigned.

      “And you like me.”

      He groans, running a hand down his face. “I literally just said that.”

      You smirk. “And somehow that’s the problem?”

      His hands drop to his sides, and he just stares at you, completely unamused. “Yes.”

      You swallow, forcing yourself to keep your voice casual. “Okay.”

      He blinks, his brows furrowing. “Okay?”

      You nod, leaning back on your hands, your expression unreadable. “Okay. So don’t like me, then.”

      His jaw tightens, his entire body going rigid. “I should go,” he says suddenly, voice stiff.

      He says he should go. But he doesn’t move. Instead, he just stands there, staring at you like you’re the most frustrating puzzle he’s ever had to solve. And maybe you are.

      You tilt your head slightly, a teasing edge to your voice. “Still here.”

      His jaw clenches harder. “I know.”

      Your smirk widens. “So much for I should go.”

      He groans, dragging a hand down his face before muttering, “You are the most annoying person I’ve ever met.”

      You shrug, entirely unfazed. “Not the first time you’ve said that.”

      “I meant it every time.”

      The air between you shifts again, the tension mounting, thick and almost suffocating. You don’t know how you got here, how things escalated to this point, how you went from being someone he wanted nothing to do with—to whatever this is.

      He sighs, finally breaking eye contact, his shoulders tense. “This is a bad idea.”

      You hum in agreement. “Probably.”

      He turns back to you, eyes searching yours, his voice low. “Then why aren’t you stopping me?”

      You swallow, suddenly hyperaware of how close he’s gotten. You should stop him. You should say something to break the tension, to shift the mood before it spirals into something neither of you can take back.

      “Because you don’t want me to.” You whisper

      His breath catches. And just like that, whatever restraint he had left—snaps.

      Because the second his gaze drops to your lips again—

      You pull him back in. This time, it’s different. This time, it’s desperate.

      You barely have time to react before his hands are on you again—one curling into the back of your hair, the other gripping your waist, tugging you forward until there’s no space left between you. His lips crash against yours, and you can feel the restraint he’s been holding onto for so long break completely.

      You match his intensity, your fingers twisting into his shirt, pulling him closer, like you need to feel all of him. His hands tighten on you in response, and then suddenly, he’s moving, guiding you back until your legs hit the mattress.

      You fall back slightly, breath hitching as he follows, hovering over you, his weight pressing down in the most intoxicating way. His lips leave yours just long enough to trail down, grazing your jaw, your neck—hot, open-mouthed kisses that send shivers down your spine.

      “Shit,” you breathe, gripping his shoulders.

      He exhales sharply, like your voice alone is enough to make him lose whatever control he has left. His teeth graze your skin, and you shudder, your fingers tangling into his hair.

      You exhale a little laugh, breaking the silence. “I so have to sign an NDA now, don’t I?”

      He opens one eye, glancing at you, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. “You gonna keep showing up to my events?”

      You tilt your head, raising an eyebrow. “Are you implying I’ve been stalking you this whole time?”

      He lets out a soft laugh, turning to face you fully. “No. But you did seem pretty persistent.”

      You grin, leaning back on your hands. “Guess I can’t argue with that.”

      He sighs, rolling onto his side to face you. “Then yeah. You’ll need an NDA.”

      You bite your lip, pretending to think about it, then nod slowly. “Fine, I’ll sign. But only if you promise to stop acting like I’m some crazy fan who’s not actually pretty cool.”

      He chuckles, his eyes twinkling with something you can’t quite place. “You’re definitely crazy, but I’ll admit, you’re kind of cool.”

      You roll your eyes, but there’s warmth in your chest. “Oh, thanks.”

      He shrugs, but the smile never leaves his face. “You’re welcome.”

      The storm outside has finally quieted, leaving only the occasional distant rumble as a reminder of how chaotic things once were. The space between you and him is still charged with everything you’ve just shared, but there’s a peaceful calm settling in. The kind that comes with knowing that, no matter how strange or messed up this situation is, there’s something real here. Something that sticks.

      You look over at him. He’s lying back on the pillow, his eyes closed, a faint smile on his lips, but there’s something different about the way he’s looking at you now—something softer.

[scented-morker]

Skz when their overworked idol!gf faints

thank you to the anon that requested this!! it is LONG and idk why I gave so much backstory for all of them, but yolo! 2.3k words, fainting and overworking, a couple mentions of weight loss, worried and stressed skz. I fear this qualifies as angst

Chan

He's plenty familiar with the signs of being overworked

He's been trying to support you in any way possible, sending you meals to the company building and convincing you to get rest

You feel bad about giving the food away to your members and texting him goodnight while still working, but you're just too much of a perfectionist

He's excited to be on music bank at the same time as you because he's been having girlfriend withdrawals bc of how busy you were

So so happy watching you and your group rehearse, fawning over your oversized hoodie and little dance moves

But right as the dance break ends he sees you go down

Is nervous that you tripped, but he's sure you'll get back up fine and he'll just kiss your boo boos later

But then you don't get up, and he sees your members start yelling for help

When he realizes you passed out 🙃

Screw being secretive, he's jumping up onto the stage, taking his hoodie off and using it to prop your head up, interrogating all of your members about the last time you ate and your sleep schedule

He tells your manager that under no circumstances are you performing anytime soon

You're stuck laying in the green room with doctors surrounding you until the show is over and then instead of being sent home, Chan is taking you himself

You WILL BE TAKEN CARE OF, and that is a threat

Spends the next week fawning over you, cooking you meals and cuddling you half to death

"You scared me, angel. Let me take care of you now."

Minho

When I tell you he's pissed

He was so excited when you told him about your multiple stages for the golden disk awards

Until you're at three rehearsals a day along with fittings, photo shoots, and appearances

He loves that you're booked and busy, but not THAT BOOKED

He wakes up to your goodnight and good morning texts only hours apart and he cant think of the last time you were home for dinner

He's sent multiple paragraphs to your manager and emailed your company, to no response

He keeps telling himself he just has to make it through the award show and then everything will calm down

However, the lights going down at the end of your stage aren't dark enough to hide you fainting half way off the stage, and he doesn't even notice when he jumps to his feet

He gets yelled at to sit back down, and he only does so in order to grab his phone and call your manager ten times until they pick up

"Oh my gosh she's fine, stop calling."

"She just fainted on stage. She's not fine. Where are you?"

They don't want to tell him, but he pries the information out of them and soon he's tearing off backstage to find you

He kicks everyone out, and he looks so scary that they actually listen

"I'm sorry," your voice sounds so small, still weak from fainting and worried that he's mad at you

But he just shushes you, sitting down on the couch you're stretched out on and pulling you into him

"It's ok baby. You did so good. My strong girl. Just rest."

You sigh into the crook of his neck and he holds you backstage for the rest of the show, idol image be damned

Changbin

HIS BABY IS MAKING HER SOLO DEBUT

He could not be happier or prouder if he tried

He knows it's a lot of work, especially since you're producing and writing all of the songs yourself

He tells himself that he's overreacting, it's normal to see less of you when you're working on such a big project

But you always feed him with updates and stories about your day

So when he hasn't heard from you in three whole days, he's showing up at your stage rehearsal

He doesn't care what anyone says, he needs to physically see you or he's going to have a heart attack

He's relieved when you walk on stage, because at least you're alive

But it doesn't take very long for him to notice the dark bags under your eyes or the way your hand is shaking around your microphone

The second you hit the ground he's running

A background dancer carries you off stage, and they barely hit the curtain before he's snatching you out of their grasp

He walks with you so gently, sitting down on a couch and cradling you while the nurse takes your vitals

He's the first thing you see when you open your eyes and it squashes all of the fear that had filled your gut about what just happened

"Hi doll." He coos, and you give him a tiny smile

"I missed you"

Once you're cleared he's ordering takeout to his dorm and taking you home

Your performance is postponed because Changbin still hasn't put you down a week later

Hyunjin

He knows how excited you were to be going on tour for the first time, and that reminder has been the only thing getting him through

Every time you're meant to come home your company adds another night or a new leg, and Hyunjin is SICK OF IT

Poor guy has not seen his girlfriend in OVER A MONTH

He loves you so much that he watches clips of every show and performance

And he knows you so well that he notices the hollowness of your cheeks and the way you've started to struggle to keep up your energy on stage

Buys a ticket right then and there to your next show, not trusting anyone else to take care of you

He's standing in the wings as you and your group finish your first set of songs, rushing off stage to change outfits

He legit screams when you go down, and if the fans didn't notice before they definitely did after that

One of your members picks you up and soon there's a flurry of people running around trying to make sure you're ok

The other girls are shooed away to go change, with a manager insisting "the show must go on"

Hyunjin sends the man what is quite possibly the dirtiest look to ever exist

When you come to, your boyfriend is holding onto you for dear life, fighting away any staff member that tries to talk to you or coax you back onto the stage

He takes you back to your changing room and locks the door, feeding you small bites like a child and stroking a hand through your hair

"Don't worry about them, be here now. I got you."

Jisung

He's shocked when you casually mention news of your comeback at lunch together one day

"Aren't you not even done with this promotion yet? How are you already having another comeback?"

You shrug, saying something about your brother group not doing very well revenue wise and your boss wanting to take advantage of your groups current success

Jisung frowns at that, but decides to keep it to himself, surely as your companies main money maker you'll be well taken care of

But then you don't come home after your music bank performance because you have to run to a dance rehearsal

And then you have to cancel date night to re-record an entire song

Jisung shows up at the first sound check for your new comeback, and you happily give him a kiss before heading onto stage with your group

He frowns, worried about how small you felt in his arms and how weak your hold on his hand was

He sees you teeter once, accidentally bumping into another member before fully crashing onto the stage

He feels like he can't breathe watching the girls try to get you up and responsive

Your fans are screaming and there's a paramedic running over

He's holding onto your hand the entire time your vitals are being taken, tears streaming down his face

Once you're cleared he's wrapping you in a blanket and holding onto you like you're made of glass

When you wake up he's promising to never ever let you out of his sight again

"We're becoming a duo. You're never allowed to scare me like that again."

Felix

He is worlds proudest boyfriend

He gets to watch HIS GIRL perform onstage AT COACHELLA

He'd spent the day with you, taking pictures of your festival outfit and reapplying your sunscreen to try and keep you safe while in the middle of the literal desert

You'd kissed him goodbye three hours before your stage was scheduled for, needing time to get ready and have some extra rehearsal time

He isn't sure why considering you'd had rehearsal every day this week while also making interview appearances and flying to different locations in between instead of sleeping

He's trying his best not to worry, but your eyes are looking hollowed and he isn't sure the last time you slept in an actual bed instead of a plan seat

It makes him sad to see you unable to give your best energy during the performance, though you even at 50% was still the most exciting performance of the day

He plans on being backstage when you exit after at least two more encores, but you apologize for no encore tonight and are only halfway off the stage when you go down

Let's out the worlds biggest gasp

He follows right behind the paramedic that carries you off the stage and into the back, refusing to be more than a foot away from you at all times

He calls and cancels the rest of your appearances himself, insisting that you need to be resting

You do not escape his hold or your bed for the next two days

"Just let me take care of you! You deserve some princess treatment right now."

Seungmin

He's so so excited that you're also at lalapalooza bc that means you guys can spend time together even tho you're working!!

You're even an mc, so he gets to stare at you on the screen backstage, which just so happens to be his favorite hobby

He wasn't expecting your group to actually perform considering you'd just finished the Japanese leg of your tour and had been performing every night for the last few weeks

But he sees your stage listed on that days performance list, and he frowns thinking about it

He'd made you tea last night after you'd showed up to his hotel room on the verge of losing your voice, and you were so tense when you laid down that he'd rubbed your back for almost an hour with no difference

"Are you sure you should be performing?" He asks as soon as he enters your changing room

"No, but it's just one more stage and then I get to rot in bed for a while. So I'll be okay."

He still doesn't like it, and he shakes his head but gives you a hug anyways, rubbing a soothing hand down your arm

"You better."

He's so stressed he can't stay in the boys waiting room and he stands under the stage as he watches the lift take you and your group up

He catches a glimpse of your performance from the monitor to his left, and he barely breathes until you're taking your last bows

It isn't until the stage starts moving to bring you back down that he sees you wobble uncertainly before falling onto the ground

All of your members jump in surprise, but they don't even have time to react before he's jumping up with them, the lift not even fully on the ground yet

He picks you up and lays you down on one of the spare blankets backstage, propping your head up against his torso while the rest of your body lays between his legs

His thumb rubs your cheek while the medical team checks you out, clearing you when you become responsive

You blink up at him slowly, eyes shiny from unshed tears

"I guess I was wrong."

He sighs, letting you bury yourself into his chest

"That's okay, I've got you now."

Jeongin

End of the year award shows were no joke, and Jeongin knew you were working hard for your performances

Your group had just finished promoting your last album when the never ending flood of award shows started, and he'd found you knocked out asleep in the most random places the past couple weeks

He hated that your group had such loud antis, because he knew how much pressure you were under to prove yourself

You'd told him about the strenuous dancing you were doing, learning borderline acrobatic tricks while conditioning like you were trainees all over again

He'd done his best to remind you to rest and slip protein bars into every bag you owned, but he knew you were past exhausted

He momentarily forgot his worrying when you were performing, and he let out cheers and danced with the rest of his group while you and your members put on an incredibly challenging performance

But all of the fun was drained out of the air when he saw you go down on stage as soon as the camera zoomed in on your maknae's ending fairy

The lights drop, and Jeongin whips his head around in every direction, trying to think of anything he can do to help

Hyunjin asks him to “go to the bathroom” with him as soon as you’re offstage, and that’s all the clearance Jeongin needs to go running backstage

You’re already awake when he finds you, small tears slipping down your face while you nurse on a water bottle

You can’t even say hi before he’s practically tackling you, pulling you so close that you can feel his own heartbeat in your chest

“Are you okay? Oh my gosh you scared me. Don’t ever do that again.”

Your members leave the two of you be while Jeongin clings to you, refusing to let you go for hours, constantly brushing his hands against your heartbeat

[jellymochii]

OT8 SKZ - What Kind of sub are they?

the sequel to dom!skz hcs

𐙚 pairings: ot8 sub!skz x fem!reader

𐙚 genre: SMUTTTTTTTTT

𐙚 cw: oh boy, where do I even start, dom!reader x sub!skz, cnc, pet play, dacryphilia, BDSM, oral (m and f receiving), shibari, masochism, mentions of knives, unprotected s3x (please don't), use of strap-ons, etc.

𐙚 wc: 2k

↪author's note: hello! sorry for procrastinating on this lol I'm still goin thru it. anyways this one contains some themes that may be nasty to some (like eating men out) so reader discretion is advised. Hope you enjoy!

**THIS IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION AND DOES NOT REFLECT THE TRUE NATURE OF THE PEOPLE MENTIONED**

Chan - Pleasure Sub

My sweet channie bug

He's totally obsessed with being your perfect little fuck doll

PLEASE use him and ride him whenever you want–even if he's busy in the studio, the others can wait.

Looooves when you ride him unprovoked. Feel free to take a seat whenever you feel like it. (Railway Reference lol??)

Even if he's overstimulated from how raw his cock feels from multiple orgasms, he'll always sit still and be your good boy!

“Fuck that's it baby, use my cock however you like.”

This is honestly such a good way for him to relieve stress too. Had a rough day at work? He'll flop into a chair and let you ride him for hours.

And his face is so so cute whenever he's about to cum. He gets all scrunched up with high pitched whines while he holds onto your love handles for dear life.

He's more than happy to let you manhandle him into any position you want for your pleasure–his thick cock can reach every single one of your spots without him even moving it!

Poor baby loves shutting off his brain after a rough day and becoming your brain dead little dollie~!

Subspace is so real and yet so sacred for him. He trusts you enough to treat him with respect no matter how rough you are–especially when he's oh so zoned out from pleasure and overstimulation.

Moral of the story–Chan would do anything to please you and let you use him to your heart's content–all out of love.

Lee Know - Brat

Just like in the previous parts–It's all a game to him.

And he is just soooooo stubborn about it too.

Likes to rile you up and tease you all day because he knows what's coming as soon as dinner is over.

Or, if he’s really misbehaving–you might just punish him then and there over the kitchen counter.

And this man is strong willed. It's gonna take a lot of patience to tame this man–and you're gonna have to do it over and over again each time.

He's decently strong and can handle any punishment you dish out at first, so be prepared to go for hours with him.

Your go to is to cuff his hands to the bottom of the bedframe and hover over him–forcing him to eat your pussy while you smack him if he refuses.

If he’s being extra bratty? Cuff his legs too and tie a vibrator to his dick and leave him there.

“Oh really? You think that's mmph–enough to break me?”

Or even worse, keep edging him with a fleshlight until tears start running down his face from the pain.

Eventually after many hours of smacking and edging, he'll go brain dead and obey your every command! Mindlessly eating you out and begging you to cum.

The worst part? He does all that teasing because of how much he loves being your little bratty whore.

Changbin - Pillow Princess

This one is kind of a hot take but

The man is exhausted. If he's not busting his ass in the studio he's pumping out any of his remaining energy at the gym.

You feel so bad knowing that he'll come home with a raging boner but no energy to do something about it.

That's where you, his sweet baby comes in!

Like Chan, you can ride him as much as you want and he'll take anything you give him.

Sometimes he just prefers to lay back and let you use your strap on him while he holds onto the pillow for dear life.

Eat him out pls!! It feels soooo good to him after a long day at work, and you don't even have to stroke him to make him cum if you do!

“Annngh~that feels so good, jagi.”

Eventually his grunts and moans will turn into high pitched whines when he's close, practically begging you to make him cum.

Binnie has a lot of trust in you in general, he's not used to being this vulnerable physically since he's usually perceived as the big and tough rock of the group.

But it's nice for him to come home and let out all of his emotions while cumming on your strap.

Pls treat him nicely he's gentle on the inside.

Hyunjin - Masochist

Hyunjin is by far one of the most loved idols in all of kpop. Everywhere he goes girls are dying for just a chance to touch his shirt.

But something about you treating him like shit in the bedroom (consensually) just makes him feel so alive.

He's always been the experimental type so when you suggested being the dominant one he was all for it, and over time his taste got more and more filthy–to the point he loved feeling pained.

His favorite position is being handcuffed on his knees while looking up at you with pleading eyes, as if he’s begging to be bruised and battered.

It starts out light–smacking him across the face and twisting his nipples, but his need for further stimulation made him into a starved man.

“More.” Is all he’ll say to earn a kick to his cock while your hand collapses over his throat choking him out.

The first time you ever did it he fell over in pain and…came.

Needless to say both of you were very surprised and he almost considered begging you to do it again right then and there.

His pain tolerance has gotten a lot better, which has made you have to get more aggressive in terms of choking–almost to the point where he’s turnt blue and about to pass out.

Even after you release, he’ll wheeze and look up at you while licking his lips and smirking in satisfaction.

He'd never dare tell anyone that despite his tough and charismatic exterior, he desires nothing more than to be broken down and degraded.

But hey, that's dopamine addict Hyunjin for you.

Han - Rope Bunny

Oh this man is nasty

Loves everything involving sex toys as it is, so when you brought up the idea of doing Shibari he was ecstatic.

And best believe he wants it all–being tied up, blindfolded, ballgagged, and edged to the end of eternity.

Acts so whiny and whimpery like he wasn't the one humping your leg an hour ago begging for you to tie him up and make him cum.

He loves the way your pretty rope designs highlight the best parts of his body ever so delicately. The ropes are so tight and snug around his wrists and ankles, making it impossible for him to move at all and make him feel helpless (he's never been harder.)

Poor whiny baby always begging you to let him cum with tears streaming down his face.

“P-Please, Mommy--I've been a good anghh boy, just please let me cum!”

He's so lost in pleasure he's begging for even just a taste of your sweet pussy to help him cum faster.

I'm a firm believer that he sticks his tongue out and pants like a dog when he's about to cum.

If you're feeling extra fun that night, you can even finger him or eat him out until his cock is spasming from how angry and red it is.

And yes, if it becomes too much for him he will squirt and probably be forced to clean it up later.

His orgasms are so pleasurable for him, he lives for this moment and loves enduring all that pain from being tied up just because of how amazing he feels after.

Felix - Service Sub

My sweet people pleaser lixie

You could tell him to steal a million dollars from Mr Beast and he’d be back in an hour with an extra 5 million.

The point is, he’d stop at nothing to please you.

It doesn't matter how kinky or nasty you’re feeling–he’s gonna deliver on his promise to do whatever you want.

You want him to eat you out for hours and make you cum? He’ll get as many orgasms out of you as possible. You want him tied up and pegged till he’s crying? No problem.

He's always watching your every facial expression attentively to see if there's any sign of satisfaction on your face.

“Mommy…do you like when I do that? I-I'm your good boy, right?”

And a good boy he is, always so doting and loving on you.

He looks up at you with his adorable boba eyes, even when there's tears in his eyes from overstimulation as if to say “You love me, right?”

Sometimes you like to toy with him by seeing how long he can go without cumming. You're often surprised by how long he can hold out, all for you.

Even with his angry red tip spasming from the lightest touch, the sheer overwhelming desire to make you happy lets him stop himself.

He's so sweet, please tell him what a good boy he is for you.

Seungmin - Puppy Sub

Ok so I know in the dom skz hcs I said that he's the one who enjoys treating YOU like a dog but hear me out–

I think it's fun for him both ways, he's the puppy of the group for a reason.

If he's feeling extra subby after a long day he'll put on his collar with your initials on it and snuggle up to you–signaling to you that he wants to let it all out.

Or if he's extra needy he'll crawl up to you on the couch and start humping your leg mercilessly like a dog.

The only difference is that he's not a bratty puppy like you, he's a sweet puppy!

He'll gladly eat you out for hours if it means he'll get his sweet release from you~

If he’s been extra mouthy that day and gotten on your last nerve, he’ll go in the very kennel he's so used to putting you in and have your vibrator tied to his tip while he whines and cries.

You’ll only let him out if he barks like a good puppy, of course.

“Mommy please! I've been a good puppy, I swear!”

You may as well just hold your hand out and let him rut his cock relentlessly into it.

He’ll get you back once he’s the dom though~

Jeongin - Prey Sub

All i gotta say is get ready to run, I hope you’re good on a treadmill.

There's nothing more exhilarating to Jeongin than the feeling of being chased through the woods by you, only to be caught and have his hole brutalized.

You talked this out extensively with him and made absolutely sure that this is what he wanted, and his face lit up with excitement.

You can even chase him down with a knife for extra adrenaline on his part. (pleeeease do not do this unless you know what you're doing.)

Even if you're just at home and you're feeling needy, he’ll look at you with a smug ass smirk and say “Oh yeah? You want me? Well, you better catch me first.”

It's almost comical watching him jump around furniture to “prevent” himself from being caught.

But that's not what he wants, he wants to be caught by you because he knows how good he's gonna feel underneath you–-so he'll run slower on purpose.

He loves feeling small and helpless underneath you (even when he's 10x stronger than you) and letting you use him like a whore.

He's typically face down ass up while you thrust unbearably fast with your strap, earning ungodly guttural moans and pleas of mercy.

The feeling of getting caught and ultimately punished for trying to run away from you makes his head fuzzy from all the primal urges swelling in his body.

And oh boy he could go for HOURS like that too.

It's all worth it to him at the end though, when he's soiled the sheets beneath him with layers of thick white cum.

[hyunjinsmuze]

TORN

warning: ⛔️smut, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, hickeys

contains: smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, jealousy, a little angst

summary: You never meant to fall for either of them, but now you’re caught between, tangled in love, guilt, and everything unspoken.

pairing: idol!Han Jisung x Reader x idol!Jeongin

words: 6.3k

When you first walked into the practice room, no one looked twice.

You were just the new choreographer young, serious, sleeves rolled to your elbows, clipboard in hand, expression unreadable but never unkind. You were hired last minute to help clean up footwork and spacing for the upcoming tour setlist. The company had mentioned your impressive portfolio, but you didn’t act like someone who needed validation. You carried yourself with calm control, the kind that didn’t scream for respect, just quietly received it.

In the beginning, you kept to yourself.

You bowed politely when entering the studio, clapped your hands twice when they got too rowdy, corrected mistakes without unnecessary commentary. You didn’t talk much, but when you did, your words were clear, intentional.

“Felix smaller step on count seven. You’re blocking Minho’s line.”

“Changbin, soften your knees. You’re tensing again.”

“Jeongin, good energy but watch your upper body. Too much.”

You were firm, but never harsh. They didn’t dislike you, they just didn’t know you.

Jeongin was the first to crack you open.

Not on purpose—he was just easy to read. He’d mess up the same count three times and laugh every single time. One night, as rehearsal stretched past midnight, you caught his reflection in the mirror making exaggerated faces behind you during water breaks. You didn’t scold him. You just arched an eyebrow in the mirror, lips twitching with the start of a smile.

The next day, he offered you a protein bar before practice. “here, you need some food,” he said.

It didn’t take long after that.

You started staying late, five, ten, fifteen minutes to go over someone’s moves. Then twenty, thirty, because you were waiting for your bus. And sometimes Jeongin stayed too.

You’re not sure when it started.

Maybe it was the night he asked if you wanted to grab ramen after practice half-joking, probably expecting you to say no. Maybe it was when you said yes.

Maybe it was the first time you sat beside him on the floor, half-laughing, knees touching, chopsticks in hand, eating convenience store ramen like you were in some low-budget drama. Or maybe it was the night you fell asleep next to him on the dorm couch, in the middle of a movie, your head slipping down until it rested on his shoulder…

and he didn’t move.

That was the turning point.

Because Jeongin didn’t like skinship—not really. Not when it wasn’t necessary. But with you, he didn’t flinch. He let you stay there, quiet, content. When you shifted closer, forehead brushing his arm he didn’t stop you.

You weren’t dating. Nothing was official. But he was your person, and you were his.

You had inside jokes.

You shared playlists.

You started saving clips from practices and sending them to him privately with dumb captions.

He texted you before sessions with things like: “How strict are you feeling today?” or “If I bring you coffee will you go easy on me?”

You were close. Closer than you’d planned.

You still taught professionally. Still corrected their moves, still clapped your hands to get their attention. But you laughed more now. Smiled when Hyunjin made a dramatic entrance. Rolled your eyes at Seungmin’s sarcasm. You started wearing hoodies to practice instead of tailored jackets. You let your walls down at least with them.

At least with him.

But Han noticed.

From the very beginning, he noticed you.

There was something about your focus. The way you stood even after hours of rehearsing. The way you adjusted someone’s hand placement like it mattered more than anyone else realized. The way you didn’t always speak when the others were joking around not because you felt out of place, but because you didn’t need to fill every silence to feel included.

You fascinated him. But he didn’t approach, not right away.

He wasn’t shy. He just wasn’t sure what to make of you. Until he saw you with Jeongin.

The first time he noticed you walking back to the dorms together, heads tilted toward each other, laughing at something only the two of you seemed to understand he felt it.

That little twist in his chest.

He didn’t say anything. Not yet.

But the more he watched the way you looked at Jeongin when he wasn’t paying attention, the way Jeongin’s eyes always found yours first when something funny happened he felt it again. Something deeper.

Han wasn’t jealous.

Not exactly.

He just… wanted to be the one making you laugh.

He wanted to be the one you leaned on, the one who knew your thoughts before you said them.

He wanted to know what it felt like to be close enough to touch.

But for now, he watched.

And waited.

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Time changes things. Not always in big, dramatic ways, but in little ones the way the Stray Kids members no longer bow quite so formally when they see you, or how they text you memes in the group chat now instead of dance questions.

You weren’t just their instructor anymore. Not to them, and honestly… not to you either.

Somewhere along the way, lines blurred. It started simple — small talk in the practice breaks turning into inside jokes. Seungmin once brought you a coffee and you thought it was a one-off until he started asking if you wanted one every other day. Chan gave you his hoodie once when you were freezing, and you forgot to give it back for two weeks. You and Hyunjin shared playlists now.

And Jeongin… well, Jeongin still walked behind you whenever you all left the studio late at night, hands shoved in his pockets, eyes flicking to yours whenever the streetlights hit just right.

You weren’t sure when it had happened when you went from being the professional who kept a polite distance to someone they joked with, hung out with, invited to karaoke nights. It just kind of happened. One day, you were just teaching them a tough transition, and the next, you were sprawled out on Chan’s studio couch beside Jeongin, arguing about what topping was superior on instant ramen.

You still taught, still guided them through choreography and counted off the beats like muscle memory. But outside of that, you were theirs. One of them.

Which made it all the more complicated when Han started looking at you differently.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t noticed him before. You had. He was loud and sharp and wickedly funny, the kind of person whose energy pulled attention without asking. But where Jeongin was soft-eyed and gentle with you, Han was unpredictable. Bold, but not obvious. Observant in a way that made your skin prickle.

And that morning, he was early.

You were already at the practice room before the rest of the members earbuds in, stretching absently, lost in your own world. The studio door creaked open, and you turned, expecting Chan or maybe Hyunjin.

Instead, Han.

He paused in the doorway, eyes flicking down your frame in a split second before he smirked. “Damn,” he said casually, tossing his bag on the floor near the mirrors, “Is there a rule about looking that good this early, or…?”

You raised a brow, amused. “You’re early.”

He shrugged. “Could say the same about you.”

“I work here.”

“Yeah,” he said, flopping onto the floor next to your water bottle like he owned the place, “But I’d show up early too if I knew you’d be warming up like that.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed you. “Are you always like this in the morning?”

He gave you a lazy grin. “Only when I’ve had enough coffee. And when I’m trying to charm someone.”

You nudged his knee with your foot. “You’re gonna have to try harder.”

“Bet.”

The banter was effortless — something about Han always made it feel that way. He didn’t flirt like someone trying to win you over. He flirted like he was already confident he had.

The rest of practice went by in a blur. The others trickled in slowly, one by one, and you shifted naturally back into your usual rhythm. But Han lingered close more than usual pbehind you during formations, over your shoulder when you demonstrated movements, always with some low comment or quick-witted tease.

Later that day, when most of them had scattered off to eat or nap, you stayed behind in the studio to jot down some notes. Jeongin had offered to wait with you, but you waved him off gently promising you'd be fine and you'd text him when you were done.

You didn’t notice Han was still there until he sat down next to you again, tossing you a bottle of water.

“You always this hardworking?” he asked, cracking open his own drink.

“Someone’s gotta make sure you guys don’t trip over yourselves.”

“Please. You’d miss it if I stopped messing up.”

You laughed. “Would I?”

“You would,” he said smoothly, then leaned his head back against the mirror, letting the silence sit comfortably for a second. “Hey, random question.”

You looked over. “Yeah?”

“I’m working on something. A song. Just a concept right now, really but I think it could be something.” He turned to you more fully now, his tone shifting just slightly. “Would you… maybe want to help with it? Just some ideas, maybe vocals. I’ve heard you hum along during practice. You’ve got good instincts.”

You blinked. “You want me to work on a song with you?”

“If you want.” He tried to play it cool, but you could see the flicker of something honest in his eyes. “I mean, I won’t beg. But I think it’d be cool.”

You nodded slowly, lips twitching. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah,” you said. “I’d love to.”

And just like that, something shifted.

You didn’t know it yet didn’t know what kind of weight those lyrics would hold, or how many nights you’d stay up talking in that studio while the rest of the world slept. You didn’t know what Han was already starting to feel, or how close it all was to changing everything.

You just knew he was looking at you in a way that felt like the start of something.

Something not so innocent.

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You weren’t doing anything wrong.

At least, not in the way that mattered.

Han was laughing at something you’d shown him on your phone some dumb meme, probably, or an old video from a fan sign where Changbin tripped over a mic cord. You’d both been crying laughing over it for like a solid three minutes, the kind where you clutch your stomach and try to catch your breath, and Han was already leaning into your space the way he always did when something made him laugh too hard.

His hand reached for your phone, fingers brushing over yours when he pulled it from your grip.

“Show me again,” he said between breaths. “Please. I need to save that. I’m gonna bully Binnie with this forever.”

You leaned in automatically to grab the phone back, and that’s when it happened.

That pause.

The moment your faces ended up a little too close. Too close to ignore. Not touching, not even really moving — just still. His fingers wrapped loosely around your phone, yours still half-curled around it, and both of you kind of… froze.

His breath hitched. Yours probably did too. And you didn’t look away.

For like, two seconds.

It was nothing. Nothing happened. You moved. He cleared his throat. You laughed something off under your breath and grabbed your bottle of water to pretend like your face wasn’t warm.

What you didn’t realize was that Jeongin had seen the whole thing.

He wasn’t even trying to be subtle about it.

You were sitting on the studio couch with Han. Jeongin was behind you, sitting in a chair, legs stretched out like he wasn’t paying attention but you should’ve known better. He was quiet. Still. Phone in his hand but not looking at it, just kind of… watching.

You didn't see the way his eyes narrowed, just barely. The way his fingers clenched around the phone in his lap.

And the weird thing was —it wasn’t even a dramatic change. It was more like… this slow tilt in energy.

Like gravity had shifted slightly. Like something had gone sour in the air.

You noticed it maybe ten minutes later. You and Han were still on the couch, still occasionally leaning over each other's shoulders when he played some demo from his Notes app, and Jeongin?

Jeongin didn’t say anything.

Didn’t laugh. Didn’t joke. Didn’t even roll his eyes at Han’s dumb commentary. He was just… quiet. Staring at the floor. Then back at you.

It got weirder when Han tried to stretch out.

He shifted a little on the couch, spreading his arm lazily along the back like he was getting comfortable, not touching you, but definitely a little close and Jeongin, who had been leaning forward in his chair, suddenly sat up straighter.

“You done there?”

Han blinked. “What?”

“I said,” Jeongin repeated, tone perfectly calm, “You done? I wanted to sit.”

There was a pause. Han didn’t move.

“…There’s a chair right there,” he said eventually, nodding to the empty one beside him.

Jeongin tilted his head, and for a second, you thought he was going to argue.

Instead, he just looked back down at his phone, jaw tight.

It stayed weird like that for the next hour. You kept trying to catch Jeongin’s eye, but he was being deliberately difficult making short, clipped comments when you asked questions, barely reacting when you said anything funny, even though usually, he laughed at literally everything you said like it was the best thing in the world.

Eventually, Lee Know finished recording in the booth, and Han stood up to stretch with a groan.

“Let’s go grab food,” he muttered to Minho, who nodded and started grabbing his stuff.

You stood too, tugging on your hoodie and reaching for your bag. “I’ll catch you later—”

“Wait for me?” you said quickly to Jeongin, glancing at him over your shoulder.

He gave you a look. Shrugged. “Fine.”

That was weird.

You stayed behind to clean up a few things, tossing water bottles into the bin, tucking your charger into your bag. When you turned around, Jeongin was still there standing near the door, arms crossed, staring at the floor.

“Okay,” you said carefully, walking toward him. “What’s wrong with you today?”

“Nothing.”

“Jeongin.”

“I said nothing,” he replied, a little sharper this time.

You stopped walking. “You’ve been weird ever since practice started. You barely said anything. You looked like you wanted to set Han on fire.”

He didn’t say anything. His jaw clenched.

You frowned. “Are you mad at me?”

“No.”

“Then what is it?”

Jeongin exhaled sharply, shifting his weight. “You’re just… I don’t know.”

You stared. “No, tell me.”

His eyes met yours, and they were tired. Frustrated.

“You’re just close with him all of a sudden,” he said finally, voice low. “You and Han.”

You blinked. “Okay, but so? He’s my friend.”

Jeongin didn’t reply.

You studied him for a second. Then: “Wait. Are you—”

“No.”

“Jeongin.”

“I said no.”

Your eyes narrowed. “You’re jealous.”

He scoffed. “Why would I be?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

“Do whatever you want with Han,” he muttered under his breath, already reaching for the door.

Your heart stuttered. “Jeongin.”

He stopped but didn’t turn around.

“Is that really how you feel?” you asked. “Like I’m doing something wrong?”

His voice was quiet. “It just looked like something else.”

You walked a little closer, not touching him — just enough that he could hear you clearly.

“It wasn’t,” you said. “We were laughing.”

“You were staring.”

You didn’t have an answer for that. Not really.

He finally turned, and his eyes weren’t angry…they were hurt. Like he didn’t even mean to be mad, he just couldn’t help it. And that, that stung more than anything.

“I don’t like feeling like I’m watching something I didn’t know I was supposed to be competing with.”

You blinked. “Competing?”

He shook his head. “Never mind.”

And then he left.

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You didn’t know it, but jeongin had been thinking about you more than he should’ve. More than he ever let himself admit, until now.

He didn’t know when it started — maybe it was the first time you showed up in the studio with your hair tied messily and a cup of coffee in your hand, calling him “Jjongie” like it was the most natural thing in the world. Maybe it was the way you always knew when he needed space, but still stayed close. Or maybe it was the way you fell asleep next to him once, head on his shoulder, and he didn’t want to move. Didn’t want the moment to end.

He told himself it wasn’t a big deal. That it was just friendship. That he wasn’t that kind of guy the one who pined or got caught up in things like feelings. But somewhere along the way, it stopped being harmless.

And now ?

now it felt too late

You had been spending more time with Han lately. Not on purpose not like you were avoiding jeongin but… everything felt different. Off. Like the balance had shifted and you weren’t sure how to fix it.

You still loved jeongin — in the way that your soul does when it’s been tied to someone quietly for so long. He was still your comfort, your best friend, the person you looked for in a room. But now, when he looked at you, it was guarded. Cool. Like you were someone he used to be close with.

Han, on the other hand, had been showing up in little ways.

He’d ask you to stay late and go over choreo ideas. He’d slide his water bottle across the floor when yours was empty. He started texting more about music, stupid memes, whatever came to mind. And somewhere along the way, he started showing up in your thoughts when you weren’t even trying to think of anyone.

So when he knocked on your door that night, you weren’t sure what you expected but it wasn’t this.

“Han?” you blinked, still in your hoodie, barefoot in the doorway.

He looked nervous, hands buried in the pockets of his jacket.

“I need to talk to you,” he said. “Please.”

You let him in.

You sat on the couch, facing him.

“I can’t keep this bottled up anymore,” he said quietly, voice barely above a whisper.

And before you could even ask what he meant, he leaned in and kissed you.

Soft. Quick. But enough to send your thoughts scattering like sparks on pavement.

You pulled back, heart racing.

“What was that?” your voice cracked a little.

“I like you,” he said. No hesitation. No game.

You stared at him, breath catching.

You liked him, didn’t you?

But there was jeongin. There was everything else tangled in your chest.

“I think you should go,” you said softly, holding back the tremble in your throat.

Han stared at you.

“What?”

“I don’t know what to do with this,” you whispered. “This is all… too much. I just… I think you should go. I’ll see you at practice.”

He hesitated, eyes flickering with something like hurt but he nodded.

And left.

But you didn’t go to practice the next day.

Or the next.

When you finally did show up again, you didn’t stay after. You barely looked at Han, and jeongin… jeongin didn’t even try.

He’d gotten distant quieter. Everything was heavy and silent between you now. You’d pass him in the hallway and he wouldn’t even glance.

It hurt more than you thought it would.

A few days later, you waited outside the studio after practice.

You saw jeongin walking out alone, bag slung over his shoulder.

You reached out and touched his arm gently.

“Hey… jeongin?”

He stopped, but didn’t turn around.

You stepped in front of him.

“Do you even care?” you asked, voice small, breaking at the edges.

He looked at you for the first time in what felt like forever.

His jaw was tight.

“Would it even matter if I did?”

The words landed heavy in your chest.

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out.

He held your gaze for a moment longer unreadable — and then walked away.

You stood there, frozen, feeling something inside you unravel.

You went back to the practice room.

Han had left his jacket behind.

You curled up in the corner, knees to your chest, and let everything spill out the tension, the confusion, the ache you’d been trying to ignore.

You didn’t even hear the door open again.

Han walked in, pausing when he saw you curled up on the floor, face buried in your arms.

“Y/N…” he said softly.

You looked up, eyes red.

He crossed the room and sat down beside you without asking.

“Talk to me,” he said, gently. “Please.”

You didn’t look at him. Your voice was muffled through your tears.

“I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel. I care about you, I really do… and I care about jeongin and it’s like I’m stuck in the middle of something I never meant to start.”

Han stayed quiet, letting you speak.

“He’s mad at me. I think I’ve lost him. And I didn’t even do anything wrong, not really, and now I feel guilty for everything and I don’t even know what I want anymore.”

Tears spilled down your cheeks.

Han moved a little closer, careful.

“I never wanted to make things harder for you,” he said. “I just… I wanted you to know how I feel. You don’t owe me anything. But I’m here. Okay?”

You nodded, barely.

And he sat beside you on the cold studio floor not saying much more, just existing there with you in the mess of it all.

Letting you cry.

Letting you breathe.

Letting the silence hold what your heart couldn’t say yet.

Moments passed. The only sound filling the stillness of the practice room was your quiet sobs, soft and uneven, like waves crashing inside your chest.

Han sat beside you, his breath slow and steady, watching you without a word.

After what felt like forever, you looked up at him, eyes red and swollen, voice trembling as you asked, “Why do you like me?”

He met your gaze without hesitation.

“I don’t know,” he said honestly. “There’s just always been something about you… something I can’t explain.”

You swallowed hard, confusion twisting inside you like a storm.

You didn’t know what you wanted — didn’t know who you wanted.

You liked him. You did. But you liked jeongin too. You had always liked jeongin. But Han… Han made you feel ike like you were you. in ways you hadn’t realized you were missing.

Your heart was tangled in all of it.

Without thinking, without planning, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his.

The kiss was soft at first, uncertain but Han didn’t pull away. He kissed you back, deep and slow, hands sliding around your waist, pulling you closer.

Before you knew it, you were straddling his lap, breath hitching as he whispered against your lips, “Is this what you want?”

You didn’t answer with words. You just kissed him harder, hands clawing at the fabric of his shirt.

He grinned against your mouth before peeling it off, skin warm and solid under your fingertips.

Your own shirt was soon tangled in his hands, the room growing hotter with every touch.

Clothes fell away, hesitations dissolving.

He kissed your neck, sucking lightly at the spot underneath your ear that made ur back arch. He lent you back as you winced feeling the cold floor against your back.

“hannie” you looked up at him clawing at his jeans.

“i know. shh your gonna get what you want” he teased removing his pants and boxers at the slowest pace possible.

Your hand wrapped around his length gasping at his size, he groaned. loudly. bucking his hips into your hand.

“fuck baby~” he muttered pulling ur wrist away and rubbing his tip through your folds pushing at the entrance.

“so wet” he smirked

“please” you begged

That’s all he needed. he pushed into you slowly making you feel him inside.inch, by inch

He bottomed out almost immediately, but it didn’t take long for him to start fucking you, at just a slow pace taking his time making you feel.

“s’good oh-“ you moaned sweetly. your hands tangled in his hair moving to scratch down his back which only made han pick the pace up.

You were tangled together on the cold floor of the practice room — the place where it all started, the place where everything felt so complicated and raw.

“close” he groaned out biting your shoulder.

“me too don’t stop~ ah” you cried out, han slammed into you harder.

your orgasm hit you unexpectedly you clenched around han your legs wrapping around his waist your whole body shaking his name rolling off your tongue

It wasn’t long untill han was cumming, he pulled out pumping himself a few times releasing himself all over your stomach.

When it was over, he held you close, breathing slow and steady against your skin.

“your okay” he reassured as you still shook in his arms

“yeah i’m okay” you said trying to convince yourself that this WAS all okay

He drove you home in silence, the night air heavy with unsaid things.

You stood in your room afterward, heart pounding, hands trembling.

You didn’t know what to do.

You’d just slept with Han — the boy who made you feel like you were seen.

But jeongin was your best friend.

You wanted to fix things with him. You wanted to make it right.

But how?

You didn’t have the answers.

You only had the confusion swirling inside you like a storm you couldn’t escape.

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You’d been avoiding it all day, everything between jeongin and Han that had been simmering under the surface since that night. But now, stepping into the dorm after practice, the tension was impossible to ignore.

The living room was unusually quiet. Chan has offered you to come over to work on a new dance though non of you have even started on it. The other members sat scattered, eyes on their phones, pretending not to notice the heaviness in the air. But you saw the sharp looks thrown whenever the door creaked open and jeongin stepped inside, his face stormy.

Jeongin hadn’t said a word all day. He’d spent hours wandering the streets, you’d heard. Nobody knew where exactly. And now, his shoulders were tight, jaw clenched, like he was carrying a weight too heavy for his age.

Han was sitting near the couch, his own expression unreadable but his eyes flicking toward jeongin the second he entered.

You stayed near the hallway, not wanting to get involved, but the quiet between those two was shouting at you.

Jeongin didn’t even glance at Han as he dropped his bag. Then, after a long pause, Han finally spoke.

“Where the hell have you been all day?” His tone was low but sharp, the kind of edge that never quite breaks into a yell but still makes you flinch.

jeongin shot him a look—flat, tired, but bitter.

“You asking me or telling me?” he replied, voice snarky, thick with frustration.

Han raised his eyebrows, leaning forward just a little.

“Look, what’s your problem?” he said, voice dropping to something almost pleading.

Jeongin scoffed, bitterness dripping from his words.

“You’re my problem.”

The room seemed to hold its breath.

Han didn’t flinch. “Explain.”

Jeongins eyes burned.

“You are.”

Han’s mouth twitched, like he was trying to keep cool but failing.

“Fine. I’ll spell it out. You’re acting like this because of her.”

“Because of y/n?” jeongin spat, voice rising.

“Yeah. Because of her.”

Jeongin laughed a sharp, bitter sound. “You think you know what she wants? You think you’re the one she wants?”

Han’s silence spoke louder than words.

“I slept with her,” Han said, voice low but steady.

The words crashed like a wave.

Jeongins face twisted, his anger breaking loose.

“Fuck you,” he hissed, stepping forward. “I hate you.”

The slam of the door echoed like a gunshot through the dorm.

You stood frozen, the weight of everything crashing down.

You wanted to be mad, yell at han for just yelling out your business like that, but you were frozen, you were angry at han he had no right…But it was jeongins reaction that broke you, without saying a word you left.

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Days passed.

Jeongin was absent again, the empty space he left in the dance room almost unbearable.

You found yourself watching the doorway too many times, waiting for him to walk in, waiting for the tension between you to break.

Felix sat beside you, quietly watching your face.

“Is he okay?” you finally asked, voice soft, barely above a whisper.

Felix hesitated, then said, “You need to talk to him. Y/N. He’s not okay.”

Your chest tightened.

One evening, heart pounding with nerves, you found yourself standing outside his dorm room.

Your hand trembled as you raised it to knock.

The door opened before you could.

Jeongins eyes were guarded, tired.

“I missed you,” you said quietly, voice catching.

He looked away.

“I’m not the one who’s been sleeping with your friends,” he said bitterly.

Your heart broke. “jeongin, that’s not fair. I’m here because I miss our friendship. I miss what we had.”

He laughed, bitter and dry. “It stopped being a friendship a long time ago. You knew that.”

Tears welled in your eyes.

“I didn’t know anything,” you whispered.

He took a step closer, voice soft but raw.

“I’ve been in love with you. Always have been.”

You swallowed hard.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I didn’t know how you felt.”

Your voice barely audible, “I felt something too.”

His eyes darkened.

Without warning, he pulled you close, his lips crashing against yours.

The kiss was fierce and desperate, filled with everything neither of you had said.

You pulled away, breathless.

“I can’t,” you whispered. “Not now. Not after Han.”

Jeongin’s hands cupped your face, his voice a low growl.

“Don’t talk about him right now.”

His lips found yours again softer this time, but still demanding.

You melted into the kiss, your hands tangling in his hair as he kissed down your neck and pulled you onto the bed.

You should have pulled away… but you didn’t. Instead, you gripped him tighter, pulling him against you, opening your mouth and letting his tongue explore yours.

You could feel him — how hard he was pressed against your thigh. You lifted your hips slightly, and he groaned.

His fingers teased at the waistband of your joggers, slipping beneath to touch you exactly where you needed him, even through your lace panties.

“Jjongie,” you moaned, arching your back, craving more.

He pushed your panties to the side, his fingers finally making direct contact with your soaked core.

He wasn’t slow. He didn’t even give you time to think before he was two fingers deep, pumping in and out of you at a relentless pace, his eyes never leaving your face.

Your moans spilled out in stuttered breaths a mix of “oh”s and “ah”s, growing louder with every thrust of his hand.

“Cum on my fingers,” he said more of a demand than a request.

“Fuck, Jeongin—” you cried out as he curled his fingers at the perfect angle, hitting that spot that made your body shudder.

His thumb rubbed your clit ruthlessly and then you snapped.

Your orgasm crashed over you without warning, your body arching, shaking, your voice raw.

“Mmm, you did so good,” he whispered, pulling his fingers out, then crashing his lips into yours again — rougher this time.

Clothes were stripped off slowly, each touch sending more heat through your body, your skin prickling.

The kiss deepened. The room spun. All you knew was that this felt real.

That this was something.

“You gonna be okay?” he asked, lining himself up at your entrance. He was bigger than Han, not as thick, but longer. You nodded.

That was all he needed.

He thrust into you no hesitation, no slow build-up just raw, desperate motion.

He didn’t let you adjust. He just started fucking you like he couldn’t hold back anymore, his grunts low and hungry in your ear.

“Fuck, you feel so good… so tight, so fucking tight,” he growled, slamming into you like it was the last time he’d ever have you.

You couldn’t even speak, your mind was gone, wrecked. You were a moaning, gasping mess.

He kissed, sucked, bit at your neck, leaving marks like he wanted to claim you.

Your hand tugged at his hair, the other finding his and intertwining your fingers together.

There were no more thoughts. Just feeling. Just this.

You could feel all of him every inch, every time he hit your cervix, it made you feel like you were going to fall apart again.

“Oh, Jeongin— I’m close, close again!” you screamed, digging your nails into his biceps.

His thrusts grew sloppy, and you could feel him twitching inside you he was close too.

“Cum—cum with me,” he panted, resting his forehead against yours, watching your face as you came undone.

You nodded frantically, biting your lip.

And then it hit harder than before. Your vision blurred, your body shook, your second orgasm tearing through you.

Jeongin thrust one last time, the hardest he had the whole night, before finishing deep inside you, moaning your name like a prayer.

He held you afterward, both of you too still, too full of everything and nothing.

“Y/N, what—” he started.

“I don’t know… I don’t know anything,” you cut him off, your voice breaking as you clung to him.

Trying not to cry.

Trying not to feel the weight of what you’d just done.

jeongin was asleep beside you.

Your eyes wide open, heart pounding with a thousand thoughts.

You had slept with both of them.

Both Han and jeongin.

And now, you were caught in the middle of something too big to name.

You loved them both.

You didn’t know what to do.

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You get home, your fingers trembling as you lock the door behind you. The weight of everything, the stolen moments, the whispered secrets, the tangled feelings is crushing your chest like a thousand pounds. Your phone buzzes almost immediately. Han’s name flashes on the screen. You don’t answer. You can’t.

“I know what you did with jeongin.”

His message stares back at you like an accusation. The truth hangs heavy between you two now, unspoken but impossible to ignore. You don’t know what to say, what to do. You can feel the distance growing already, even though you’re the one hiding behind silence.

Days pass. You don’t show up to practice. The empty space where you should be is like a ghost haunting the studio. The other members reach out, but their messages feel distant, like background noise you can’t catch onto.

Except for two.

Han and jeongin.

Their texts come differently, each filled with urgency but also hesitance.

Han: “Can we meet? We need to figure this out.”

jeongin: “I don’t want to lose you, but we have to talk.”

You want to answer. You want to crawl back to one of them, or maybe both. But inside, your mind is a storm—swirling confusion, guilt, and an aching heart.

You lie awake at night, feeling sick, but not with a fever or cold sick with love. You’re drowning in it. It’s consuming every corner of your mind. You love them both. You really do. But the thought of choosing? It feels like losing a part of yourself.

The friendship you once had feels fragile, like glass shattering underfoot.

You decide, maybe, it’s better to leave things as they are try not to let it get any more complicated. To protect what little normalcy you have left. But it’s tearing you apart.

Then your phone buzzes again.

Han’s name. You open the message with trembling hands.

“I can’t keep waiting. You have to choose me or jeongin.”

Your heart pounds so loudly you’re sure it echoes in your ears.

Before you can even start to type a reply, another message pops up.

jeongin: “I’m not going to stand on the sidelines anymore. It’s me or nothing.”

Your breath catches. The screen blurs. You’re caught in the middle, every option burning, every choice impossible.

Your breath catches as the screen blurs before your eyes, heart pounding wildly in your chest. Two messages, two ultimatums, two futures hanging on a fragile thread. Jeongin’s words ring in your ears “It’s me or nothing.” Han’s desperate plea burns through your mind “You have to choose me or Jeongin.”

You stare at the screen, frozen, fingers hovering over the keys but unable to type. You love them both Jeongin, with his quiet, steady warmth that feels like home, the one who has always been your closest friend, the one who showed you what it meant to be truly seen. And Han fierce, open, raw who ignited something wild inside you, who saw all the parts of you you kept hidden.

But how can you choose between the two halves of your heart? How can you risk losing either of them when both mean everything to you?

The weight of it all presses down on your chest. You realize that love isn’t always clear-cut or easy. Sometimes it’s messy, tangled, confusing and sometimes the hardest battles are the ones fought within yourself.

You close your eyes, trembling, knowing that no matter what happens next, nothing will ever be the same again.

@sammhisphere @lilithmotans

A/N: comment to be added to tag list

[stlllle]

I hate entering an idol's hashtag — for example, 'jimin x reader' — and then a Jungkook fanfic shows up. I don’t want Jungkook, I want Jimin

[enimsiyobeht]

skz & sex BUTTTT when it comes to their s/o at work 🫣🫣

why is this lowkey reminding me of this one love in the air a03 fic ive been rereading ....

Bang Chan is THE husband when it comes to 'visiting' your home office. Chan's been clingy all day, still in sweats, hair messy, and pouty because you're holed up in your home office. At first, he just wants to sit in your lap while you type… but then he starts grinding slowly, mumbling how much he missed you all morning, and how he’s so sensitive from the dream he had about you. You try to stay focused on your report, but Chan's whimpering, nuzzling into your neck, and pulling your hand between his legs until you finally shut your laptop—and fuck him hard over the desk until he can’t sit still anymore.

Lee Know is THE boyfriend when it comes to 'visiting' your recording studio. Minho always says he doesn’t like distractions, but when he stops by your studio with “lunch” and sits on the couch watching you work, you can feel him staring. He starts texting you from across the room, sending pictures under his oversized hoodie—thighs spread, biting his lip, no underwear. “Come play with me,” he writes. You try to resist, but the moment you walk over, he’s on his knees, tugging your pants down. You end up bending him over the soundboard, fucking him raw while he holds in his moans because the studio isn’t soundproof.

Changbin is THE fiancé when it comes to 'visiting' your gym. Changbin knows not to bother you during work hours, especially at the gym where you train clients. But today he showed up early—flushed and sweaty from his own session, towel around his neck, and his compression shorts leaving nothing to the imagination. He follows you into the back room “to hydrate” and ends up on his knees between your legs. By the time you’re fucking him against the wall, his fingers clawing at your shoulders, you both forget about the timer you set before your next client walks in.

Hyunjin is THE fiancé when it comes to 'visiting' your fashion studio. Hyunjin has always loved your work—especially when it involves him. He comes in during a fitting day, already in one of your experimental pieces: tight, sheer mesh and low-cut pants, saying he wanted to “model something for you.” He keeps posing, slowly, drawing your gaze to the outline of his cock straining under the thin fabric. When you finally approach to adjust a seam, his arms wrap around your neck and he whispers, “Fuck me before anyone else sees me like this.” You end up fucking him over the dressing table, his legs spread wide in front of the mirror, watching himself fall apart in your hands like he was made for it.

Han is THE fiancé while you're on a zoom call in your own (shared) apartment. You’re stuck on back-to-back video meetings, and Jisung’s been pouting all morning in your hoodie with nothing underneath. He tiptoes in while you’re mid-call, crawling under the desk without saying a word. You shoot him a warning glance, but then feel his mouth wrap around you, humming softly as you try to stay professional. He ends up riding you in your office chair during your final call, camera pointed safely up—while he bites his own hand, desperate to keep quiet as he milks you dry.

Felix is THE husband when it comes to 'visiting' your coffee shop. It’s closing shift and Felix insists on waiting for you in the back, helping you clean up. He’s giggly and clingy, hands slipping under your apron when no one’s looking. The moment you lock the front door, he’s already bent over the counter, whispering, “You’ve been ignoring me all day.” You give in and fuck him with the register light still glowing, his face pressed to the cool marble, moaning how good it feels when you don’t hold back after a long shift.

Seungmin is THE boyfriend when it comes to 'visiting' your law office. Seungmin shows up dressed nice, claiming he's just "bringing you coffee"—but the way he slowly uncrosses his legs and fixes your tie says otherwise. He teases you through the whole lunch hour, legs draped across yours, whispering how tight his pants feel and how he accidentally forgot his underwear. You end up bending him over your desk, fucking him deep with your hand clamped over his mouth as he shudders from the thrill of being used in such a clean, controlled space.

Jeongin is THE boyfriend, 'visiting' your tech office late at night. You’ve been stuck in after-hours debugging for a launch, and Jeongin shows up with snacks and a hoodie over his pajamas. At first he’s curled up on the couch behind you—quiet, scrolling his phone—but then he’s suddenly leaning over your chair, arms slipping around your neck, asking softly, “How much longer do I have to wait before you fuck me?” He’s flushed and needy, clearly been holding back since he got there. You close your laptop mid-keystroke and bend him over the desk, fucking him deep and slow as he pants into your neck, moaning how much he missed you all day.

i actually could see myself expanding these hcs into longer thoughts/perhaps a fic .... would y'all like that??

[skzjiiiii]

The Bad Boy Hypothesis pt3

pairing: rock band felix x academic achiever reader! 🎸⋆⭒˚｡⋆

texting smau!

genre: group project partners to lovers? kys/kms jokes, cursing! college AU, reader and felix are literally the complete opposites of each other. felix is lowkey like a fuckboy type of guy ( BUT KEEP READING CAUSE HES NOT THAT!!! ) felix has a bad reputation while the reader is a goodie two shoes type girl. FELIX IS GETTING SOFT YALLL. summary: what happens when you're paired up for the campus "bad boy" lee felix for your biology class? will thing end well or are you just another toy for him to play with.

bad boy hypothesis: a bad boy will always be bad — charming at first but bound to break your heart.⭑.ᐟ

“bad boys are just a distraction wrapped in a leather jacket”

next part!

[hw4-l1z]

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Sub!skz Kinks: Hyung Line vers

Hyung Line/ Maknae Line

Sub!StrayKids x Dom!gn!reader

Cw: Dacryphilia// spanking//pet play// mentions of degradation// dumbication//butt plugs// anal play// mentions of barking//nipple play...if there's any I missed pls tell me:))

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Chan

Pet play

Channie absolutely loves being your subby puppy. He'll be on his knees, hands placed together between his legs with his fingers curled to form a paw like shape, rubber tail plug and a collar with 'good boy' on it. He'd be so obedient and would do anything you ask of him without hesitation, he may even bark for you<3

Anal Play

With a fat ass like that why wouldn't you want to fuck it. He'd happily take your strap/dick any day. He also loves when you use toys on him, especially the small vibrators. He'd be so whiny and squirmy whilst his sweet spot is being massaged so well. He loves to be fingered either fast or slow, either way he'll be crying and whimpering <3

Lee Know

Brat Taming

We all know subby Lino would be the biggest brat but it's only because he loves the thrill of being punished by you. He yearns for the pain, such a painslut. He loves getting put in his place to the point he's shaking and crying, unable to even utter a coherent word<3

Bondage

He loves being restrained from touching you or himself. He also thinks he looks pretty with all the ropes and knows adorning his body, which of course he does. The feeling of not being able to pull your hands away from him when he's over stimulated or when you're playing with his nipples (he's very sensitive on his chest). He also loves being tied into whatever positions you want him in<3

Changbin

Pet Play

Binnie would live to dress up in a bunny outfit and bunny ears for you. His bulky body would looks so good in it. Fishnets and a little bow tie on his neck. He felt shy about wearing the costume at first but the more you praised him the more he felt more confident in it. God he'd be so whiny while you fuck and play with his body<3

Ass Eating

Oh my gosh he'd go insane if you ate his ass. He loves the feeling so much. You're tounge slipping in and out of his and teasing his rim. You both love when he sits on your face, it gives him a little control of how fast or slow he wants it and you loveit because who wouldn't wanna drown in his ass cheeks? He'd also be up for eating your ass if you were down for it<3

Hyunjin

Spanking

Whether is spanking his ass and thighs or slapping his face, he'd go dumb for it. Just like Lino he is also a painslut. He likes to misbehave to receive a spanking. Bent over your lap, your finger in his mouth or pulling his hair as your roughly strike his ass. He likes to also be slapped across the face on his cheek, it makes him feel like he's really being punished hard. He lives for when you slap him then harshly grab his face whilst growling degrading words at him.

Dumbification

He wants you to make him go mind blank. Fuck him, tease him and torture him to the point he's lost his voice from screaming. Until his eyed are red and his face is wet from tears. Until his hair is a mess and his eyes are glazed over. Make him completely dumb he won't remember his own name anymore.

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[changbinsbuffbiceps]

Stray Kids x Worldstar!Reader (They/Them)

Summery: Stray Kids Looks up to you. They’re your biggest Fans and at the After Party of the Met Gala, they Are finally meeting you.

Fluff

The flashing cameras, the shimmering couture, the air thick with celebrity and status—the Met Gala was everything Stray Kids had imagined and more. But amidst the glitz and glam, their minds were fixated on one thing. Or rather, one person.

You.

The global superstar. The icon. The artist they had admired for years. Your voice had soundtracked their late-night practices, your performances had inspired their own, and your interviews had left them in awe of your artistry and passion. And now, for the first time, they were breathing the same air as you.

“I still can’t believe they’re actually here,” Felix whispered as they entered the grand hall of the afterparty, eyes scanning the crowd.

“We’ve watched every single music video, every behind-the-scenes clip…” Seungmin muttered, almost to himself.

“Every live performance,” Changbin added.

“Every interview,” Han corrected.

Bang Chan chuckled at their reactions, but even he couldn’t deny the nervous anticipation bubbling in his chest. They were no strangers to meeting celebrities, but this was different. This was you.

Then, as if the universe had heard their silent wishes, there you were.

Dressed in something effortlessly elegant, standing by the bar, laughing at something a fellow artist had said. The sound of your laughter—one they had only ever heard through screens—was somehow even more mesmerizing in real life.

Hyunjin froze. “Oh my god.”

“Someone say something,” Jeongin whispered.

Lee Know crossed his arms, feigning indifference, but the slight pink in his ears gave him away. “Why are we just standing here?”

Bang Chan took a deep breath, summoning every ounce of his leaderly confidence. “Okay. We go over. We say hi. We don’t freak out.”

They moved as a unit, the weight of their nerves making each step feel surreal. And then, suddenly, they were in front of you.

You turned, eyes landing on them, and for a second, time stood still.

Then, your lips curved into a warm smile. “Stray Kids, right?”

If there was ever a moment to remain composed, this was it. But instead, seven pairs of eyes widened, and a chorus of barely contained gasps filled the space.

“You… you know us?” Han stammered.

Your smile widened. “Of course. You’re incredible artists.”

Silence.

Absolute silence.

Then—

“Can I just say, I love your work,” Felix blurted, his Australian accent thick with excitement.

“I’ve watched your concert documentaries at least a dozen times,” Seungmin admitted.

“Your stage presence is insane,” Hyunjin gushed. “I’ve studied so many of your performances.”

Han, recovering from his initial shock, dramatically clutched his chest. “This is the best moment of my life.”

You laughed, a genuine, delighted sound. “You guys are adorable.”

Lee Know, ever the composed one, cleared his throat. “What they mean is… we’re huge fans.”

“Like, really huge,” Jeongin added. “Possibly your biggest.”

Bang Chan, finally regaining his voice, grinned. “I think what they’re trying to say is, meeting you means a lot to us.”

Your expression softened. “That’s really sweet. And honestly? The feeling’s mutual. You’re all incredibly talented.”

Eight jaws dropped.

“Wait, what?” Changbin’s eyes were comically wide.

“You listen to our music?” Felix asked, practically glowing.

You nodded. “Are you kidding? Your energy is insane. The way you mix genres, your performances—everything. It’s inspiring.”

If Stray Kids weren’t already standing in a daze, they definitely were now. Meeting you was one thing. Hearing that you admired them? That was beyond their wildest dreams.

The conversation flowed effortlessly after that. You laughed, exchanged stories, talked about music, and by the end of the night, the initial nervousness had melted into something new—an easy camaraderie, a mutual admiration.

As the party continued, Bang Chan looked around at his members—still buzzing with excitement, still slightly in disbelief.

This night? This was one for the history books.

The afterparty had ended, but the adrenaline still coursed through Stray Kids’ veins.

Even as they sat in their hotel suite, still dressed in their Met Gala attire, the night felt unreal.

“Did that actually happen?” Han muttered, staring at his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window.

“No way,” Hyunjin answered, shaking his head in disbelief. “We must’ve imagined it.”

“I don’t think my brain is capable of creating something that perfect,” Seungmin said, taking a sip of his water.

Felix, who was scrolling through his phone, let out a small gasp. “It’s real. Look.”

He turned his screen toward them, showing an Instagram story.

Your Instagram story.

It was a short clip—just a few seconds—but it showed you laughing at something one of them had said, the camera panning slightly to reveal the group standing with you. The caption read:

“Finally met some of my favorite artists tonight. What a dream!”

Silence.

Then—

“OH MY GOD.”

The room exploded into chaos.

“Favorite artists?! US?!” Han practically shrieked.

“Did you save that? Send it to me. No, wait, I’ll screenshot it. Actually, I need a video recording of this moment,” Changbin said, fumbling with his phone.

Jeongin, clutching his head, whispered, “I can’t believe this is real life.”

Bang Chan just sat there, smiling to himself, letting the moment sink in. They had spent years looking up to you, admiring your work from afar. And now? You had acknowledged them—not just as fellow musicians, but as equals.

Then, another notification popped up.

A message.

From you.

Chan’s breath hitched. He read it once. Twice. His brain needed a moment to process.

“Uh… guys?” His voice was calm, but the look in his eyes was anything but.

“What?” Lee Know asked, raising a brow.

Chan turned his phone around.

You: Hey, tonight was amazing! We should all hang out sometime. Maybe a studio session? :)

If the room was chaotic before, it was nothing compared to now.

[skzfairyyydreamz]

hiiii loveyyyy!!! so abt that angst 👀

it's very specific but like i loveeeeee replacement stories (iykwim) so how abt skz replacing you with a new girl (or your bsf cuz more angst 😋), it can be them replacing you altogether (like a gc ig) or seperately is fine too!!!

also anoth r request, can you make it very very very detailed, pls? and later maybe like in part 2/3 they regret it a lot and reader is unhappy as well but reader won't take them back cuz they alr broke her trust and can't be trusted again in readers pov :3

upto u in the end :D

Replaced?

Genre: Skz smau, Text posts, Non!idolAu, Angst, crack/humor, Mini series.

Pairing: Bsf!skz , Fem!Reader, Bartender!skz, Club manager! Chan, Club security!Changbin, Bottle girl!Reader.

Warnings: ‼️Slow build‼️Suggestive jokes, Strong language (but you guys know me by now .. if it’s one thing imma do .. it’s cuss lmaoo)

Synopsis: Some people say friendship breakups hurt more than actually relationships .. and now y/n sees for herself why some friend groups are best kept separate.

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© Skzfairyyydreamz - Plagiarism is a crime. Do not repost, alter, translate or copy without my consent.

Taglist: @hanniemylovelyquokka @milknhoneyracha acha @tinyelfperson @jiisungllvr @imastraykidsfan @simpracha @turtledove824 @laylasbunbunny @armystay89 @eclipsemina @4ln-stay8 ;(plz lmk if you would like to be removed or added

[miueo]

𐙚 my little idol ♥︎．。．:*･° chap ii ✿

ᰔᩚ      ︶ྀི    debut ; salty & sweet .

summary : you're currently in a new girl group underneath jyp entertainment ! your group is performing well on charts, you have a stable fanbase, and many bops to listen to! you try your best to avoid dating scandals for the sake of your reputation and status but it's all ruined by a very popular group of boys.

pairings : ot8!skz ♡ femidol!reader !

warnings : heavy on smut, sexualization & objectification, perversion, obsession, taboo / dark concepts (for some members, not all !) , mental physical / health issues (depression, anxiety, etc.), coercion, unsolicited pictures, more to be announced.

notes : i am having so much fun writing this and creating ideas for this. you have no fucking idea.

taglist : @p0eticjust1c3 @yunjinswifee @sky00ung @pinkdranks @bloominhos @mi-mi-mu @nasiaisan @kitkat1sstuff @hyunjinhoexxx @theinsanebish

selected song for fic : chapter playlist ✿ !!

the day of 4ura’s debut had finally arrived, a culmination of years of hard work, dreams, and relentless dedication. the air buzzed with excitement as fans gathered, eagerly anticipating the first glimpse of jyp entertainment’s newest girl group. their debut album, “feel,” promised a unique blend of songs that showcased their diverse talents, with the title track “salty & sweet” leading the charge.

the album, a carefully curated collection, included tracks like “nobody knows”, “underwater”, “diorama”, “colouring”, “candy crush”, “bamboleo”, “rewind”, and “perfect 10”. each song was chosen to highlight the group’s vocal prowess, dynamic choreography, and unique charm.

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as the lights dimmed and the intro to “salty & sweet” began, y/n, olivia, minjeong, and autumn took their places on stage. the music pulsed through the speakers, and the girls moved with a synchronicity that spoke of countless hours spent perfecting their performance. y/n’s voice soared, carrying the emotional weight of the song, while olivia’s electrifying dance moves captivated the audience. minjeong’s presence was mesmerizing, her visual appeal enhancing the performance, and autumn’s powerful rap delivery added an edge that completed the group’s dynamic sound.

throughout the performance, the emotions were palpable. y/n’s eyes shone with determination and a touch of nervous excitement, while olivia’s energy was infectious, drawing the audience into the performance. minjeong’s grace and confidence radiated, and autumn’s intensity underscored the group’s commitment to making a lasting impression.

as the final notes of “salty & sweet” echoed in the venue, the audience erupted into applause. the girls exchanged relieved and elated glances, the weight of their debut moment lifting as they soaked in the adoration of their new fans. backstage, the atmosphere was electric with celebration and a sense of accomplishment.

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while they were catching their breath and reveling in the afterglow of their successful debut, they ran into the members of stray kids. bang chan, the leader of stray kids, approached y/n with a warm smile.

“hey, y/n!! you guys did fucking insane. this is probably one of the best debut stages of our generation..” bang chan said, his voice full of genuine admiration.

y/n, still slightly breathless, smiled back as her cheeks heated up slightly. “thank you so much, chan! it means a lot coming from you.”

bang chan nodded, his eyes reflecting his sincerity. “you all really brought the energy and emotion to the stage. i could tell how much heart you put into it.”

y/n felt a surge of pride and gratitude. “we really wanted to make a strong impression. it’s been a long journey to get here.”

bang chan chuckled. “trust me, i know the feeling. but you guys nailed it. welcome to the family, 4ura.”

with that, the stray kids members offered their congratulations and words of encouragement, further solidifying the camaraderie within the jyp family. as y/n and her groupmates basked in the support of their peers, they knew this was just the beginning of an incredible journey. with their debut performance behind them and the world at their feet, 4ura was ready to take on the k-pop world, one stage at a time.

as the initial excitement of their debut began to settle, y/n found herself lingering on bang chan’s words of encouragement. she had always admired stray kids for their relentless work ethic, musical versatility, and the genuine camaraderie they shared both on and off stage. bang chan, in particular, stood out to her as a figure of leadership and creativity, someone she deeply respected.

as the group continued mingling with the stray kids members, y/n couldn’t help but feel a growing desire to get to know them better. she admired their ability to stay grounded despite their success and often looked to them as role models during her trainee days. now, standing in the same room, she felt an opportunity to bridge the gap between admiration and friendship.

gathering her courage, y/n approached bang chan once more. “chan, i wanted to say again how much your support means to me and the group. i’ve been a huge fan of stray kids since my trainee days. your music and the way you lead the group… it’s really inspiring.”

bang chan smiled, clearly touched by her words. “thank you, y/n. that means a lot. we all started somewhere, and seeing new groups like 4ura debut with such passion is a reminder of why we do what we do.”

feeling a surge of confidence, y/n took a deep breath and continued, “i was wondering, since we’re labelmates and all, if you’d be interested in hanging out sometime? maybe we could grab coffee or something in the building? i’d love to learn more about your experiences and get to know you and the other members better.”

bang chan’s face lit up with enthusiasm. “that sounds great! i’m sure the other guys would love to join too. we could definitely use a break and some good company. how about tomorrow afternoon? there’s a great café in the building that we often hang out at.”

y/n’s heart raced with excitement and relief. “tomorrow afternoon sounds perfect. I’ll let the girls know too. thanks, chan!”

as they wrapped up their conversation, y/n felt a renewed sense of anticipation. the chance to bond with bang chan and the other stray kids members was an unexpected but welcome opportunity. she hoped that these small moments of connection would pave the way for lasting friendships within the jyp family.

with a successful debut and the promise of new friendships on the horizon, y/n felt ready to take on whatever challenges and adventures lay ahead. the support and camaraderie within jyp entertainment were already proving to be invaluable, and she looked forward to growing not just as an artist, but as part of a larger, supportive community.

❁

the next afternoon, the jyp building buzzed with its usual energy, but for y/n, the anticipation of meeting stray kids for coffee added an extra layer of excitement. as she and her groupmates, olivia, minjeong, and autumn, made their way to the café, they chatted about the debut and the positive feedback they had received.

when they arrived, they saw bang chan and a few stray kids members already seated, waving them over with welcoming smiles. y/n’s heart skipped a beat as she spotted chan, his easygoing demeanor putting her at ease.

“hey, guys!” chan greeted them warmly. “glad you could make it. these are han, felix, and changbin.”

after exchanging introductions and settling into their seats, the conversation flowed naturally. they discussed everything from their training days to favorite foods, laughing and sharing stories. as the afternoon progressed, y/n found herself drawn to chan’s infectious energy and genuine interest in their debut experience.

at one point, as the others were engaged in a lively discussion about dance routines, chan turned to y/n. “so, y/n, how are you feeling after the debut? must be quite a whirlwind, huh?”

y/n nodded, her eyes sparkling. “it’s been amazing, but also overwhelming. there’s so much to take in. but having supportive colleagues like you makes it all feel a bit easier.”

chan’s gaze softened. “i’m glad to hear that. You did an incredible job. your vocals were just… wow.”

y/n felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. “thank you, chan. that means a lot coming from you.”

chan leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “you know, i was really impressed with how you handled the stage. it’s not easy to command an audience like that on your first try.”

their eyes locked, and y/n felt a flutter in her stomach. “thanks, chan. i’ve always looked up to you and the guys. your performances are always so captivating.”

a mischievous glint appeared in chan’s eyes. “well, if you ever want some tips or just hang out more, you’re always welcome to drop by my studio. in fact, i was planning to work on some new music later tonight. want to join me?”

y/n’s heart raced at the invitation. “i’d love that. what time?”

chan smiled, a hint of playfulness in his expression. “how about 9 pm? i’ll be there. we can grab some snacks and see where the night takes us.”

“sounds perfect,” y/n replied, her voice steady despite the excitement bubbling within her.

the rest of the coffee meet-up continued with lighthearted banter and shared laughter, but y/n’s thoughts kept drifting to the upcoming studio session. as they parted ways, chan gave her a quick, reassuring wink, solidifying the connection they had made.

❁

later that night, y/n arrived at the studio at 9 PM sharp. the building was quieter now, the usual hustle and bustle replaced by a serene stillness. she knocked softly on the studio door, and it opened to reveal chan, who greeted her with a warm smile.

“hey, y/n. come on in,” he said, stepping aside to let her enter. the studio was cozy, filled with various instruments, sound equipment, and a few personal touches that made it uniquely Chan’s space.

“wow, this place is amazing,” y/n said, looking around in awe.

“thanks,” Chan replied, his eyes crinkling with his smile. “it’s my little creative haven. make yourself comfortable.”

they settled in, and chan began showing y/n some of the tracks he was working on. as they chatted about music and life, the atmosphere grew more relaxed and intimate.

“you know, i’ve always wanted to collaborate with someone as talented as you,” chan said, his tone sincere.

y/n felt a warmth spread through her. “that means a lot, chan. i’ve always admired your work. this feels like a dream.”

“well, let’s make it a reality,” chan replied, his eyes twinkling. “how about we start with some melodies and see where it takes us?”

they spent the next few hours lost in music, their creative energies blending seamlessly. between takes and discussions, their conversations grew more personal, filled with laughter and shared stories.

❁

as the night deepened, the cozy ambiance of chan’s studio, coupled with the soothing melodies they were creating, began to take its toll on y/n. she stifled a yawn, trying to stay focused on the lyrics they were working on. chan noticed and chuckled softly.

“feeling tired?” he asked gently, his voice a comforting murmur.

y/n shook her head slightly, trying to shake off the drowsiness. “a little. it’s been a long day, but i don’t want to stop just yet.”

chan smiled, appreciating her determination. “how about we take a short break? i can make us some coffee.”

“that sounds great,” y/n replied, grateful for the suggestion.

as chan moved to the small kitchenette in the corner of the studio, y/n leaned back on the plush couch, closing her eyes for just a moment. the soft hum of the equipment and the faint melodies still playing lulled her into a state of relaxation.

by the time chan returned with two steaming mugs of coffee, he found y/n fast asleep, her head resting against the back of the couch, her breathing steady and peaceful. he set the mugs down quietly, a soft smile spreading across his face as he watched her.

“guess you really were tired,” he whispered to himself, not wanting to wake her.

❁

in the darkness of the space, y/n fluttered her eyes open, the clock saying 4 am. still feeling drowsy and exhausted from being constantly occupied with her group’s debut, she looked over at chan’s sleeping body and a sudden flare of lust gleamed in her large seraphic eyes.

quietly, y/n slinked at the foot of the couch, biting her bottom lip while pulling down chan’s pants and trunks altogether. the mere view made the y/n’s mouth water as her body shook in anticipation.

with quivering lips, y/n started licking and coating the chan’s length with her saliva, getting themselves excited as well. her eyes peered up as they carefully engulfed chan’s hardening member and started to bob their head slowly.

feeling already wet, y/n started to touch herself, emitting some feeble moans against the shaft. soon out of breath and yearning for something more, y/n panted as quietly as possible with their head resting on chan’s thigh.

“who told you to stop?” y/n, the girl who froze like a deer in headlights and then looked up at chan’s smirking face. “you wanted to ride my cock like a slut, didn't you. you couldn't even wait for me to wake up, huh. or maybe you find my sleeping face hot?”

gulping at chan’s harsh, husky voice, y/n then started licking the tip of the throbbing length. a yelp escaped their lips when the dom suddenly pushed their head down till the shaft reached the back of their throat. “now you finish what you started.”

y/n gagged softly around chan’s cock, pulling away swiftly before stroking his length up and down with her delicate hands.

“ugh.. i need you in me so bad!!” y/n cried out as she got back up, sitting herself down on his lap before pulling her skirt up, moving her cotton white panties aside exposing her soaked cunt.

chan chuckles maliciously, grabbing his phone and hitting the record button on his phone.

“show the people how much of a fucking slut you are. your fans could never imagine how much of a whore you are for attention like this..” he breathes out behind the camera.

y/n slowly sat herself down on his cock. he had the perfect amount of girth and length, it felt so delicious in her little tummy.

chan grabs her body and slams her back against the leather couch, he kept his phone in his hand as he thrusts into her slippery cunt at an animalistic pace.

a little y/n, fucked dumb laid beneath her senior almost like a doll. high pitched screams and whimpers escaped her mouth as she arched her back against the couch; and seeing them as such was pure achievement for chan.

their hips slammed forward consistently, rough thrusts unstopping despite y/n’s state — in fact, the very view only encouraged chan to treat them more belligerently.

chan watched how the female idol’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, almost as if she was lifeless. she was in euphoria. she had been dreaming about this moment.

it was utter entertainment for chan knowing his admirer was too immersed in their pleasure and too dumb to talk back, taking the very opportunity to spit on them and degrade them while filming every moment.

“i can’t wait to see what more you have in that little pretty mind of yours, my little idol.”

[blue-jisungs]

why are you so cute i wanna stuff you in my pocket omds

anyways cutie is it alright if i request where skz members is dating a very sleepy s/o? kinda like han hehe... maybe worse...

[ 🌒 ] sleepy s/o

# author's note ... aweee anon stop >_< thank u hehe!! sorry its shortish, i didnt really have more ideas:( hope u like it tho! :D

im so sorry but you’re NAWT getting your precious sleep 🙅‍♀️ he’s like a puppy, constantly poking u n making sure you’re not sleeping >:( of he has a moment od mercy he’ll let you sleep but do expect to have pics taken. if you’re so sleepy that you make a very clumsy or goofy mistake, he’ll laugh wholeheartedly before gushing how cute u r n helping u out ❤️‍🩹

hyunjin, changbin, jeongin

matches your sleep. he’s down to fall asleep with you any time, at any given opportunity. forgetting about the world, just wrapping his arms around you n snuggling n falling asleep in random places:( members find it cute… unless they’re really busy n they need his sleepy ass to get work done >:T deffo has some blankets hidden to whip out in a case of sudden nap mwahahaha

han, lino

oh he’d love to just lay down and snooze with you. but he can’t, not so careless like *some people* 🙅‍♀️ will definitely take care of you though, either making you fall asleep against him or brining a pillow for you:( your sleepiness kind of motivates him to get the work done so he can join you as fast as possible 🥹will shoo off anyone who wants to disturb you >:)

chan, felix, seungmin

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